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Before my Spring I garnered Autumn's gain, / Out of her time my field was white with grain, / The year gave up her secrets to my woe. / Forced and deflowered each sick season lay, / In mystery of increase and decay; / I saw the sunset ere men saw the day, / Who am too wise in that I should not know. / BITTER WATERS.
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