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Girt about with emerald bands,
Nestling down in its meadow lands?
Saw you this on your thieving raids?
Speakâyou rascally renegades!
Thieved you also away from me
Olden scenes that I long to see?
If, O! crows, you have flown since morn
Over the place where I was born,
Forget will I, how black you were
Since dawn, in feather and character;
Absolve will I, your vagrant band
Ere you enter your slumberland.
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