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        trees are in tumy,

        ths are dry,

        Uober twiliger

        Mirrors a still sky;

        Upon ter among tones

        Are nine-and-fifty Swans.

        teentumn has e upon me

        Since I first made my t;

        I saw, before I had well finished,

        All suddenly mount

        And scatter w broken rings

        Upon their clamorous wings.

        I    creatures,

        And now my    is sore.

        Alls c t,

        t time on this shore,

        t of their wings above my head,

        trod er tread.

        Unill, lover by lover,

        the cold

        panioreams or climb the air;

        ts    grown old;

        Passion or quest, wander whey will,

        Attend upon till.

        But no on till er,

        Mysterious, beautiful;

        Among w rushey build,

        By w lakes edge or pool

        Delight mens eyes when I awake some day

        to find they have flown away?
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