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    "text": "The green roads that end in the forest",
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    "text": "Are strewn with white goose feathers this June,",
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    "text": "Like marks left behind by some one gone to the forest",
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    "text": "To show his track. But he has never come back.",
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    "text": "Down each green road a cottage looks at the forest.",
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    "text": "Round one the nettle towers; two are bathed in flowers.",
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    "text": "An old man along the green road to the forest",
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    "text": "In the thicket bordering the forest,",
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    "text": "It is old, but the trees are young in the forest,",
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