Two small rocksA loon a-passing onto whereThe lakeshore faresIn this landNear land-o lakesThe maid lauraIn waking hoursSkips beforeFair childrenSinging-Leaping In this placeIn the daytimeWhat beauty bindsThe seams of blueA place thereafterBear the fruit that tastes too sweetMaybe, I will fly with eagles above the woodland, ohIn full bloom, in circlesLately, our lady’s pride, daisiesIt’s so lovely in a carnation forest
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