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 "title": "What the Thrush Said",
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    "text": "O thou whose face hath felt the Winter’s wind,",
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   {
    "text": "Whose eye has seen the snow-clouds hung in mist,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "And the black elm tops ’mong the freezing stars,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "To thee the spring will be a harvest-time.",
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   {
    "text": "O thou, whose only book has been the light",
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   },
   {
    "text": "Of supreme darkness which thou feddest on",
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   {
    "text": "Night after night when Phœbus was away,",
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   {
    "text": "To thee the Spring shall be a triple morn.",
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   },
   {
    "text": "O fret not after knowledge⁠—I have none,",
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   },
   {
    "text": "And yet my song comes native with the warmth.",
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   },
   {
    "text": "O fret not after knowledge⁠—I have none,",
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   {
    "text": "And yet the Evening listens. He who saddens",
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   },
   {
    "text": "At thought of idleness cannot be idle,",
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   {
    "text": "And he’s awake who thinks himself asleep.",
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