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 WHERE the bluebells and the wind are,
 * Fairies in a ring I spied,

And I heard a little linnet
 * Singing near beside.

Where the primrose and the dew are —
 * Soon were sped the fairies all:

Only now the green turf freshens,
 * And the linnets call.