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    "text": "Sounds of the winter too,",
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    "text": "Sunshine upon the mountains⁠—many a distant strain",
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    "text": "From cheery railroad train⁠—from nearer field, barn, house,",
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    "text": "An old man’s garrulous lips among the rest, Think not we give out yet,",
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