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[You quite mistake the sprite you chase—]
You quite mistake the sprite you chase—
I'm of the under, not the upper
Order of the fairy race;
And cannot go with you to supper.
I'm of the under, not the upper
Order of the fairy race;
And cannot go with you to supper.
“You silly elf, Titania's self
Will”—Tut, be there! My mirth she quenches;
And her stiff airs kick me downstairs
To my dear kitchen cats and wenches.
Will”—Tut, be there! My mirth she quenches;
And her stiff airs kick me downstairs
To my dear kitchen cats and wenches.
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