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THISTLEDOWN: TRIOLET: 1 by CORA RANDALL FABBRI

First Line: THE SUMMER IS OVER
Last Line: WHEN SONG-BIRDS ARE FLYING.
THE Summer is over,
And song-birds are flying.
Oh, love me, thy lover,
For Summer is over;
Pale buds and dead clover,
And Love goes a-sighing,
When Summer is over,
When song-birds are flying.



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