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 FIVE OF US “Five of us small merry ones.

And Simon in the grass.

Here's an hour for delight,

Out of mortal thought and sight.

See, the sunshine ebbs away:

We play and we play.

“Five of us small merry ones,

And yonder there the stone,

Flat and heavy, dark and cold,

Where, beneath the churchyard mould.

Time has buried yesterday:

We play and we play.

“Five of us small merry ones.

We sang a dirge, did we.

Cloud was cold on foot and hair,

And a magpie from her lair

Spread her motley in the air;

And we wept―our tears away:

We play and we play.” 23