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  1. O'er folded blooms On swirls of musk, The beetle booms adown the glooms And bumps along the dusk.
  2. One naked star has waded through The purple shadows of the night, And faltering as falls the dew It drips its misty light.
  3. An' the Gobble-uns 'll git you Ef you don't watch out.

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