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And the dragon-fly gallantly stays to sip 
A kiss of dew from her goblet’s lips: 
Oh! come in the glow 
Of the long summer’s day. 
When the cool waves flow, 
And the zephyr’s play; 
Oh! dwell not in cities, ’nrid cark and care. 
But come to the river’s rinr, come to us there. 
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