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 Where the bee sucks, there suck I; In a cowslip's bell I lie : There I couch when owls do cry. On the bat's back I do fly, After summer, merrily : Merrily, merrily, shall I live now, Under the blossom that hangs on the bough.  The Plays of William Shakespeare: Accurately Printed from the Text of the ... - Page 75 by William Shakespeare - 1803 Full view -
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