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[O dear, dear, dear! what shall ensue?]
O dear, dear, dear! what shall ensue?
My only thoughts are off, that clearly
Might have express'd the praises due
To one I prize, and prize so dearly!
My only thoughts are off, that clearly
Might have express'd the praises due
To one I prize, and prize so dearly!
The wine has vanished, and the lees
To serve up these, would leave one undone,
Not of the flock of chick-a-dees,
That chirrup to the folk of London.
To serve up these, would leave one undone,
Not of the flock of chick-a-dees,
That chirrup to the folk of London.
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