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'T WAS later when the summer went
Than when the
cricket
came,
And yet we knew that gentle clock
Meant nought but going home.
Dickinson - One - Complete
'T WAS later when the summer went
Than when the
cricket
came,
And yet we knew that gentle clock
Meant nought but going home.
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