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"Come live with me, and be my love, And we will all the pleasures prove / That valleys, groves, or hills, or field, Or woods and steepy mountains / yield.
"There we will rest our sleepy heads, And happy hearts, on balsam beds; / And every day go forth to fish In foamy streams for ouananiche."