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No others sing as you have sung Oh, Well Beloved of me! So glad you are, so lithe and young, As joyous as the sea, That dances in the golden rain The falling sunbeams fling,— Ah, stoop and kiss me once again Then take your lute and sing. Oh, Lute player, my Lute player, Take up your lute and sing!

The wind comes blowing, light and free: In all the summer isles No laughing thing it found to see As brilliant as your smiles. You are the very heart of Youth, The very Soul of Song, That lovely dream, made living truth, For which the poets long. Oh, Lute player, my Lute player, The very Soul of Song!

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