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THE CHANGELING.
Oh, mother watched my weary head,
And father held my hand,
So I went to sleep in my little bed—
But I woke in the Elfin-land.
And father held my hand,
So I went to sleep in my little bed—
But I woke in the Elfin-land.
How am I ever to find myself?
When the old room shall I see?
In my cradle lieth an ugsome elf—
And they weep, and think 'tis me.
When the old room shall I see?
In my cradle lieth an ugsome elf—
And they weep, and think 'tis me.
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