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Two children
in two neighbor villages
Playing mad pranks along the
heathy leas;
Two strangers meeting at a festival;
Two lovers whispering by an orchard wall:
Two lives
bound fast in one with golden ease;
Two graves
grass-green beside a gray church-tower,
Wash’d with
still rains and daisy-blossomed;
Two children in one
hamlet born and bred:
So runs the round of life from
hour to hour.
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