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Come into the garden, Maud, For the black bat,
night, has flown, Come into the
garden, Maud, I am here at the
gate alone; Maud And the woodbine spices are wafted
abroad, And the musk of the
rose is blown. For a breeze of
morning moves, And the planet of
Love is on high, Beginning to faint
in the light that she loves On a bed of
daffodil sky.
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