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8.
[Go, Musie, go! you like, I know]
Go, Musie, go! you like, I know,
To throw a glamour o'er my vision;
And I but want the truth to chant,
And Truth shall do it with precision!
To throw a glamour o'er my vision;
And I but want the truth to chant,
And Truth shall do it with precision!
He'll not aver this rose-bloom's her,
This lily-bell, he knows not whether,
But he will tell she's lily-bell
And red, red rose-bloom, both together!
This lily-bell, he knows not whether,
But he will tell she's lily-bell
And red, red rose-bloom, both together!
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