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MAY
Oh
, to be a wood-bird
Singing to the sunset
In the month of May!
Oh, to be the singer,
Sweet and true and perfect,
Of a golden day!
Singing to the sunset
In the month of May!
Oh, to be the singer,
Sweet and true and perfect,
Of a golden day!
Hope nor fear before me;
Just the very moment
All in all to me!
Oh, the benediction!
Who hath ears to hearken,
Who hath eyes to see?
Just the very moment
All in all to me!
Oh, the benediction!
Who hath ears to hearken,
Who hath eyes to see?
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