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Slowly, silently, now the moonWalks the night in her silver shoon.
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Three jolly huntsmen,Up to bed.
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Some one came knockingI'm sure--sure--sure.
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Oh, no man knowsRoves back the rose.
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Old Rover in his moss-greened houseMumbles a bone, and barks at a mouse.
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Dobbin at manger pulls his hay:Gone is another summer's day.
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All but blindThe four-clawed Mole.
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So, blind to SomeoneI must be.
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What lovely thingsThy hand hath made.
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A bumpity ride in a wagon of hay"
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'What is the world, O soldiers?This northern sky.
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Tell them I came, and no one answered,That I kept my word," he said.
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