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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



Writer(s): Robert Frost, Philip Gordon


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