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Twice had Summer her fair Verdure
Proffered to the Plain—
Twice a Winter’s silver Fracture
On the Rivers been—

Two full Autumns for the Squirrel
Bounteous prepared—
Nature, Had’st thou not a Berry
For thy wandering Bird?

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