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Starling swarms will soon be lorn
Rooks tell stories 'cross the corn
Goocoo soon will 'es leave make
Swifts abandon autumn's ache
What says Dunnick, drush or dove
Love me tender, tender love
Hear the grinding wheel-bird grieve
Grief unknits my raveled sleeve
Death of summer, death of play
Waxing night and dwindling day
Help me Dunnick, drush and dove
Love me tender, tender love
Help me Dunnick, drush and dove
Love me tender, tender love
Help me Dunnick, drush and dove
Love me tender, tender love
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