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Sweets
The blackbird sang his old refrain,
Sweet! sweet!
So sweet he sang it over again.
Sweet! sweet!
So sweet he sang it over again.
Which word did every thrush repeat:
Sweet! sweet!
The grey spring world was exquisite.
Sweet! sweet!
The grey spring world was exquisite.
O thrush and blackbird, now refrain!
Sweet! sweet!
Because the sweetness grows to pain.
Sweet! sweet!
Because the sweetness grows to pain.
Ye that go sweeting many a mile,
Sweet! sweet!
Put by your sweeting for a while!
Sweet! sweet!
Put by your sweeting for a while!
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Ye that go sweeting soon and late,
Sweet! sweet!
Peace! for the sweetness grows too great.
Sweet! sweet!
Peace! for the sweetness grows too great.
And yet for all my sick-sweet prayer,
Sweet! sweet!
Those little fowl sang lustier.
Sweet! sweet!
Those little fowl sang lustier.
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