| Parta Quies |
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| The Fairies Break Their Dances |
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| By shores and woods and steeples |
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| My dreams are of a field afar |
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| When Adam walked in Eden young |
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| Half-way, for one commandment broken |
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| I to my perils |
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| Because I Liked You Better |
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| We'll to the woods no more |
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| Ask me no more, for fear I should reply |
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