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A Drop Fell on the Apple Tree
A Drop Fell on the Apple Tree
Another on the Roof
A Half a Dozen kissed the Eaves
And made the Gables laugh
A few went out to help the Brook
That went to help the Sea
Myself Conjectured were they Pearls
What Necklace could be
The Dust replaced, in Hoisted Roads
The Birds jocoser sung
The Sunshine threw his Hat away
The Bushes spangles flung
The Breezes brought dejected Lutes
And bathed them in the Glee
Then Orient showed a single Flag,
And signed the Fete away
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