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Frequently the woods are pink, / Frequently are brown; / Frequently the hills undress / Behind my native town.
Oft a head is crested / I was wont to see, / And as oft a cranny / Where it used to be.
And the earth, they tell me, / On its axis turned, -- / Wonderful rotation / By but twelve performed!