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 THE SISTER

the little quiet town,

And the whitewashed gables on the hill,

And laughing children coming down

The laneway to the mill.

Wind-blushes up their faces glowed,

And they were happy as could be,

The wobbling water never flowed

So merry and so free.

One little maid withdrew aside

To pick a pebble from the sands.

Her golden hair was long and wide,

And there were dimples on her hands.

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