Placeholder: To your hammock—off with you! And swing alone. No one will laugh with you. No not one. Now let us moan. And cover her o'er. Primrose is gone. All but the flower. Here is a leaf. To your hammock—off with you! And swing alone. No one will laugh with you. No not one. Now let us moan. And cover her o'er. Primrose is gone. All but the flower. Here is a leaf.

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To your hammock—off with you! And swing alone. No one will laugh with you. No not one. Now let us moan. And cover her o'er. Primrose is gone. All but the flower. Here is a leaf.

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