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"The robin sang out thru the rain, He waited not a golden day. The gladdest thing that he could say might not be needed so again. The robin sent his richest strain Adown dim, slanting lines of rain." |
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E.H.Kinney
T.S. |
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"The robin sang out thru the rain, He waited not a golden day. The gladdest thing that he could say might not be needed so again. The robin sent his richest strain Adown dim, slanting lines of rain." |
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E.H.Kinney
T.S. |