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Beauty Sat Bathing by a Spring
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Beauty sat bathing by a spring Where fairest shades did hide her; The winds blew calm, the birds did sing, The cool streams ran beside her. My wanton thoughts entic'd mine eye To see what was forbidden: But better memory said, fie! So vain desire was chidden. Hey nonny, nonny,
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