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[Playmates, on my head, behold]
Playmates, on my head, behold,He hath set a crown of gold!
Feel them, stone by stone,
These jewels—they are all my own.
He hath decked me with flowers of spring;
He hath set on my hand a ring;
To me as a Bridegroom He speaks,
And His Blood is red on my cheeks.
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