English poems. In September, last July
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One fine October morning
In September, last July
The moon lay thick upon the ground,
And the birds were in full bloom.
I went down to the cellar
To sweep the upstairs room.
In September, last July
The moon lay thick upon the ground,
The snow shone in the sky.
The flowers were singing gaily
And the birds were in full bloom.
I went down to the cellar
To sweep the upstairs room.
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