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SONG
Under the Winter, dear,
Summer's note lieth:
If it be sweet to hear
Song never dieth.
Summer's note lieth:
If it be sweet to hear
Song never dieth.
Soon in the forest, love,
Breezes shall bear it;
There, in the bough above,
Lo, thou shalt hear it.
Breezes shall bear it;
There, in the bough above,
Lo, thou shalt hear it.
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