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Last night as I lay dreaming of pleasant days gone by
My mind was bent on rambling, to Boston I did fly
I stepped on board a vision and I followed with the wind
When next I came to anchor at the rocks on Fairmount Hill
It was on the 23rd of June, the day before the fair
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