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GREEN BRANCHES.
Green branches swaying, swayingAll the day long;You hear what the wind is sayingAnd the throstles' song.
You see the swallows flyingSo high, so high,And the strange islands lyingIn the evening sky.
You watch the star-flocks swayingAll through the night;Green branches swaying, swaying'Mid the moth-wings white.

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