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| It was a glorious day! |
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| From troubles of the world I turn to ducks, Beautiful comical things |
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Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away;
Lengthen night and shorten day;
Every leaf speaks bliss to me
Fluttering from the autumn tree.
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Well up to its usual beauty! We had a lovely couple of hours.
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