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Happy eve, happy eve!
But the mavis singing in the eve,
Singeth for the silence of the eve.
But the mavis singing in the eve,
Singeth for the silence of the eve.
Happy flower, happy flower,
But the golden secret of the flower,
Hidden honey sweeter than the flower.
But the golden secret of the flower,
Hidden honey sweeter than the flower.
Happy moon, happy moon,
But the loving moonlight of the moon,
Tender wonder fairer than the moon.
But the loving moonlight of the moon,
Tender wonder fairer than the moon.
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Little child, little child,
As the evening mavis unto me,
As the twilight mavis unto me.
As the evening mavis unto me,
As the twilight mavis unto me.
Little child, little child,
As the hidden honey unto me,
As the golden honey unto me.
As the hidden honey unto me,
As the golden honey unto me.
Little child, little child,
As the wondrous moonlight unto me,
As the better moonlight unto me.
As the wondrous moonlight unto me,
As the better moonlight unto me.
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