The golden swan
Which always swam
It lived in a tree
Where it was free
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Two little boats out on the sea
All is as calm as calm could be
The gentle wind begins to blow
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Whenever the wind blew
Love grew and flew
It is like gold
Yet not at all cold
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Poor me, I was born new and neat.
But look at me now,
How wretched and dirty I am.
It shows how I am handled.
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