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import QtQuick
Rectangle {
id: root
width: 320
height: 240
property int tapCount: 0
Flickable {
width: (parent.width / 2) - 20
height: parent.height - 20
x: 10; y: 10
contentWidth: 300
contentHeight: 300
clip: true
Rectangle {
width: 140
height: 220
border.color: "black"
color: "aquamarine"
TextEdit {
id: textEdit
objectName: "textEdit"
anchors.fill: parent
anchors.margins: 2
text: "No! those days are gone away,
And their hours are old and gray,
And their minutes buried all
Under the down-trodden pall
Of the leaves of many years:
Many times have winter's shears,
Frozen North, and chilling East,
Sounded tempests to the feast
Of the forest's whispering fleeces,
Since men knew nor rent nor leases."
}
}
}
}
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