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    "text": "How like a winter hath my absence been",
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    "text": "From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year!",
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    "text": "What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen!",
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    "text": "What old December’s bareness everywhere!",
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   {
    "text": "And yet this time removed was summer’s time,",
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    "text": "The teeming autumn, big with rich increase,",
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    "text": "Bearing the wanton burthen of the prime,",
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    "text": "Yet this abundant issue seem’d to me",
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    "text": "But hope of orphans and unfather’d fruit;",
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    "text": "For summer and his pleasures wait on thee,",
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    "text": "And, thou away, the very birds are mute;",
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    "text": "Or, if they sing, ’tis with so dull a cheer",
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