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WERE I A BIRD
Were I a bird, I would not pipe
Save when my love was near the tree,
That I might watch her lips so ripe
Half-open in delight at me.
Save when my love was near the tree,
That I might watch her lips so ripe
Half-open in delight at me.
And I would sing a song divine,
Would make her clasp her heart in pain,
Yet never tire, and always pine
To hear me carol it again.
Would make her clasp her heart in pain,
Yet never tire, and always pine
To hear me carol it again.
A song so full of tears and ache,
Of such fair sadness and unrest,
That she her homeward path should take,
And yearn to lodge me in her breast.
Of such fair sadness and unrest,
That she her homeward path should take,
And yearn to lodge me in her breast.
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Were I a bird, I would not sing
Save when my love was near the tree,
That I might watch my music bring
Her maiden blood in praise of me.
Save when my love was near the tree,
That I might watch my music bring
Her maiden blood in praise of me.
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