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(See Note 1.)

the leafy maple ridges, From the thickets of the cedar, From the alders by the river, From the bending willow branches, From the hollows and the hillsides, Through the lone Canadian forest, Comes the melancholy music, Oft repeated, never changing— "All—is—vanity—vanity—vanity."

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