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The lilies in my garden grow, / Wide meadows ring my garden round, / In that green copse wild violets blow, / And pale, frail cuckoo flowers are found.
For all you see and all you hear, / The city might be miles away, / And yet you feel the city near / Through all the quiet of the day.