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Then wherefore weave such strains as these
And sing them day by day,
When every bird upon the breeze
Can sing a sweeter lay!
I'd give the world for their sweet art,
The simple, the divine—
I'd give the world to melt one heart
As they have melted mine.
And sing them day by day,
When every bird upon the breeze
Can sing a sweeter lay!
I'd give the world for their sweet art,
The simple, the divine—
I'd give the world to melt one heart
As they have melted mine.
