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 * Ah! the doing and undoing
 * That the rogue could tell,
 * When the breeze is out a-wooing,
 * Who can woo so well?
 * Pretty brook, thy dream is over,
 * For thy love is but a rover!
 * Sad the lot of poplar trees,
 * Courted by the fickle breeze!