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Fleet! Fleet!
Sweet! Sweet!
Fleet! Fleet!
Fair! Fair!
Sweet and fleet, have you wings or feet?
Are you made of earth, are you made of air?
Across the snow
I watch you go,
Like a flying bird, like a falling star;
Prithee say,
As you dart away,
Whether a body or soul you are.
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