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We summer boys in this four-winded spinning, Green of the seaweeds' iron, Hold up the noisy sea and drop her birds, Pick the world's ball of wave and froth To choke the deserts with her tides, And comb the county gardens for a wreath. IIII see you boys of summer in your ruin. Man in his maggot's barren. And boys are full and foreign to the pouch.

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