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         The leaves, the little birds

        and I the clouds and the sweet, sweet

        sky, the pages shining as they ride down there,

        down there where the river is wide! Ever too lovely

      to play and run about and so I lie in the deep, deep

      grass, and watch the pages, as they pass, and

       sing to them as they to me till they turn the

       bend by the poplar tree and then I sing to right

       to the leaves and the birds and myself alone.