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The Pasture
by Robert Frost
I'm going out to clean the pasture spring; I'll only stop to rake the leaves away (And wait to watch the water clear I may): I shan't be gone long.---You come too. I'm going out to fetch the little calf That's standing by the mother. It's so young It totters when she licks it with her tongue. I shan't be gone long.---You come too.
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