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    "text": "This winter air is keen and cold,",
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    "text": "But round my chair the children run",
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    "text": "Sometimes about the painted kiosk",
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    "text": "And now in mimic flight they flee,",
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    "text": "And, tiny hand on tiny hand,",
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    "text": "Ah! cruel tree! if I were you,",
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