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Parta Quies
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The Fairies Break Their Dances
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By shores and woods and steeples
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My dreams are of a field afar
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When Adam walked in Eden young
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Because I Liked You Better
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Half-way, for one commandment broken
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I to my perils
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We'll to the woods no more
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Ask me no more, for fear I should reply
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