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III. HER ANSWER
The earth is as green as fairy rings,
The air one flutter and flash of wings,
The heath and clover a-buzz with bees
And white, white over the hawthorn trees;
The air one flutter and flash of wings,
The heath and clover a-buzz with bees
And white, white over the hawthorn trees;
While up, high up, on his sunbeam stair,
The lark goes dancing my joy to share;
For, oh! by his song he surely knows
The answer I've won from my little dark Rose!
The lark goes dancing my joy to share;
For, oh! by his song he surely knows
The answer I've won from my little dark Rose!
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