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The Skies cant keep their secret!

They tell it to the Hills –

The Hills just tell the Orchards –

And they – the Daffodils!

A Bird – by chance – that goes that way –

Soft overhears the whole –

If I should bribe the little Bird –

Who knows but she would tell?

I think I wont – however –

It’s finer – not to know –

If Summer were an Axiom –

What sorcery had Snow?

So keep your secret – Father!

I would not – if I could –

Know what the Sapphire Fellows, do,

In your new-fashioned world!

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