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The Swing

    How do you like to go up in a swing, 
    Up in the air so blue. 
            
         Oh! I think, it is the pleasantest thing,
          Ever a child can do! 
    Up in the air and over the wall, 
    Till I can see so wide. 

           Rivers, trees, cattel and all, 
           Over the countryside. 
 
     Till look down to the garden, 
     Down on the roof so brown. 
      
               Up in the air I go flying again, 
               Up in the air and down. 



                                  -Robert Louis Stevenson 

    

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