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I went out to the hazel wood because a fire was in my head |
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And cut and pealed a hazel wand and hooked a berry to a thread |
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And when white moths were on the wing and moth-like stars were flickering out |
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I dropped the berry in a stream and caught a little silver trout |
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When I had laid it on the floor, I went to blow the fire a-flame |
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But something rustled on the floor, and someone called me by my name |
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It had become a glimmering girl with apple blossom in her hair |
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Who called me by my name and ran and faded through the brightening air |
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Though I am old with wandering through hollow lands and hilly lands |
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I will find out where she has gone and kiss her lips and take her hands |
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And walk among long dappled grass and pluck 'til time and times are done |
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The silver apples of the moon, the golden apples of the sun |