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YOU remember, I suppose, / How the August sun arose, / And how his face / Woke to trill and carolette / All the cages that were set / About the place.
In the tender morning light / All around lay strange and bright / And still and sweet, / And the gray doves unafraid / Went their morning promenade / Along the street.