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    "text": "Dear Andrew, with the brindled hair,",
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    "text": "Who glory to have thrown in air,",
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   {
    "text": "High over arm, the trembling reed,",
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    "text": "By Ale and Kail, by Till and Tweed:",
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    "text": "An equal craft of hand you show",
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   {
    "text": "The pen to guide, the fly to throw:",
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   {
    "text": "I count you happy-starred; for God,",
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   {
    "text": "When He with inkpot and with rod",
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    "text": "Endowed you, bade your fortune lead",
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    "text": "Forever by the crooks of Tweed,",
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    "text": "Forever by the woods of song",
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    "text": "And lands that to the Muse belong;",
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    "text": "Or if in peopled streets, or in",
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    "text": "The abhorred pedantic sanhedrin,",
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    "text": "It should be yours to wander, still",
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    "text": "Airs of the morn, airs of the hill,",
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    "text": "The plovery Forest and the seas",
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    "text": "That break about the Hebrides,",
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    "text": "Should follow over field and plain",
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    "text": "And find you at the window-pane;",
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    "text": "And you again see hill and peel,",
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    "text": "And the bright springs gush at your heel.",
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    "text": "So went the fiat forth, and so",
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    "text": "Garrulous like a brook you go,",
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    "text": "With sound of happy mirth and sheen",
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   {
    "text": "Of daylight⁠—whether by the green",
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    "text": "You fare that moment, or the grey;",
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    "text": "Whether you dwell in March or May;",
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   {
    "text": "Or whether treat of reels and rods",
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   {
    "text": "Or of the old unhappy gods:",
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   {
    "text": "Still like a brook your page has shone,",
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   {
    "text": "And your ink sings of Helicon.",
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