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Yesterday was fair
Chartreuse spring trees a-swayin’
There was a hot wind a-blowin’.
Last night it hailed
Sharp rocks the roof a-tearin’
There was a cold wind a-blowin’
Twenty-four a-passin’
Not many for a century,
There’s a cold night a-comin’
In my heart.
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