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...wept right bitterly. ' 0 hold your tongue of your weeping,' says he, ' Of your weeping now let me be ; I will show you how the lilies grow On the banks of Italy.' ' 0 what hills are yon, yon pleasant hills, That the sun shines sweetly on ?' ' 0 yon are the hills...

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