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Fairy Land IV

Where the bee ***** there **** I:

In a cowslip’s bell I lie;

There I couch when owls do cry.

On the bat’s back I do fly

After summer merrily:

Merrily, merrily, shall I live now,

Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.

Written by
William Shakespeare
1564-1616 / Male / English
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