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 to my knee, my darling! The long summer day is done; And low to his rest in the crimson west Sinketh the fiery sun. Come, and we'll watch together To see the first star appear, And I'll tell you a beautiful story: Listen, and you shall hear. Shall I tell you of wicked "Bluebeard," Or of merry "Robin Hood"? Of the wonderful "Lamp of Aladdin," Or the hapless "Babes in the Wood"?