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Round, Round the Montain Flew

Round, round the mountain flew
The happy lovers, two by two;
Green and purple, vair and gold,
Glowed the mountain and each wing.
Toward it, a chameleon,
An opal phosphorescent thing.
What was on the mountain top,
The picture does not say,
And I have never been there
And am not on the way.