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1    5|   A bird sits on the next bough, life-everlasting grows
2    5|  heard a fresh and tender bough suddenly fall like a fan
3   10|   the water with a brushy bough, and instantly took refuge
4   13| spring, or fluttered from bough to bough of the soft white
5   13|   fluttered from bough to bough of the soft white pines
6   13| coursing down the nearest bough, was particularly familiar
7   16|   sitting on a pitch pine bough, they attempt to swallow
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