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HARE-BELLS
Ring! The little Rabbits' eyes,
In the morning clear,
Moisten to the melodies
They alone can hear.
In the morning clear,
Moisten to the melodies
They alone can hear.
Ring! The little Rabbits' feet,
Shod with racing rhyme,
If the breezes they would beat,
Must be beating time.
Shod with racing rhyme,
If the breezes they would beat,
Must be beating time.
Ring! When summer days are o'er,
And the snowfalls come,
Rabbits count the hours no more,
For the bells are dumb.
And the snowfalls come,
Rabbits count the hours no more,
For the bells are dumb.
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