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This plot of Orchard-ground is ours;My trees they are, my Sister's flowers;Stop here whenever you are weary,And rest as in a sanctuary!Come often to us, fear no wrong;Sit near us on the bough!We'll talk of sunshine and of song;And summer days, when we were young,Sweet childish days, that were as longAs twenty days are now!
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