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1    1|     hills all summer to pick the berries which came in my way, and
2    5|      August, the large masses of berries, which, when in flower,
3    8| blackberry field where the green berries deepened their tints by
4   11|          covered with hoary blue berries, spiring higher and higher,
5   11|        folds, and the wild holly berries make the beholder forget
6   12|    through the palate, that some berries which I had eaten on a hillside