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THE ELVES.
When you hear, little folks, that the elves are no more,
Don't believe what the large people tell.
Less openly dwell they than ever before,
But still among mortals they dwell.
Don't believe what the large people tell.
Less openly dwell they than ever before,
But still among mortals they dwell.
And still, little folks, do they busy themselves
In planning nice plans for you all,
And straight from their love, the benevolent elves,
Does many a blessing befall.
In planning nice plans for you all,
And straight from their love, the benevolent elves,
Does many a blessing befall.
Be sure they are watching you just as of old,
When they watched the good children; be sure
There is nothing so sweet for their eyes to behold
As the faithful, the truthful, the pure.
When they watched the good children; be sure
There is nothing so sweet for their eyes to behold
As the faithful, the truthful, the pure.
And so, little folks, when you hear they are dead,
Do n't believe what the large people say,
But try to deserve their sweet notice instead,
And the elves will reward you, some day.
Do n't believe what the large people say,
But try to deserve their sweet notice instead,
And the elves will reward you, some day.
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