Have you seen but a bright lily grow
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Before rude hands have touched it?
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Have you marked but the fall of snow
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Before the soil hath smutched it?
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Have you felt the wool of beaver,
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Or swan´s down ever?
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Or have smelt o´ the bud o´ the brier,
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Or the nard in the fire?
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Or have tasted the bag of the bee?
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O so white, O so soft, O so sweet is she!
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So sweet is she!
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O so white, O so soft, O so sweet is she!
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So sweet is she!
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Have You Seen The Bright Lily Grow-Sting & Edin Karamazov
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