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1 Text,  4 |    sea of toil. ~Today the summer has come at my window with
2 Text,  19|    the eager breath of the summer seeking for its completion. ~
3 Text,  40| pride, like a creeper in a summer breeze. ~But time glides
4 Text,  43|   comes in the wake of the summer. ~Messengers, with tidings
5 Text,  61|  that is that is which the summer breeze brings to my body---
6 Text,  89|  of all my autumn days and summer nights, all the earnings