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Split the Lark and you'll find the Music
Split the Lark and you’ll find the Music
Bulb after Bulb, in Silver rolled
Scantilly dealt to the Summer Morning
Saved for your Ear when Lutes be old.
Loose the Flood you shall find it patent
Gush after Gush, reserved for you
Scarlet Experiment! Sceptic Thomas!
Now, do you doubt that your Bird was true?
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