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I will make my kitchen , and you shall keep your room , Where white flows the
river and bright blows the broom . And you shall wash your linen and keep your
body white In rainfall at morning and dewfall at night . And this shall be for music
...
I will make my kitchen , and you shall keep your room , Where white flows the
river and bright blows the broom . And you shall wash your linen and keep your
body white In rainfall at morning and dewfall at night . And this shall be for music
...
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They look in every thoughtless nest , Where birds are cover ' d warm ; They visit
caves of every beast , To keep them all from harm . If they see any weeping , That
should have been sleeping , They pour sleep on their head , And sit down by ...
They look in every thoughtless nest , Where birds are cover ' d warm ; They visit
caves of every beast , To keep them all from harm . If they see any weeping , That
should have been sleeping , They pour sleep on their head , And sit down by ...
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PAN SING his praises that doth keep Our flocks from harm , Pan , the father of our
sheep ; And arm in arm Tread we softly in a round , Whilst the hollow
neighbouring ground Fills the music with her sound . Pan , O great god Pan , to
thee Thus ...
PAN SING his praises that doth keep Our flocks from harm , Pan , the father of our
sheep ; And arm in arm Tread we softly in a round , Whilst the hollow
neighbouring ground Fills the music with her sound . Pan , O great god Pan , to
thee Thus ...
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