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There is a cavern where I love to sleep,
With reedy echoes slumberous at its mouth,
And overgrown with fern leaves intricate;
The bees are rustling thro' it all day long,
And drop on drop an amber rillet falls.
No mortal eye has seen my secret nest.
With reedy echoes slumberous at its mouth,
And overgrown with fern leaves intricate;
The bees are rustling thro' it all day long,
And drop on drop an amber rillet falls.
No mortal eye has seen my secret nest.
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