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    "text": "When the flowery hands of spring",
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    "text": "Forth their woodland riches fling,",
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    "text": "Through the meadows, through the valleys",
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    "text": "Goes the satyr carolling.",
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    "text": "From the mountain and the moor,",
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    "text": "All the faerie kin he rallies",
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    "text": "Making music evermore.",
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    "text": "See! the shaggy pelt doth grow",
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    "text": "On his twisted shanks below,",
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    "text": "And his dreadful feet are cloven",
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    "text": "Though his brow be white as snow⁠—",
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    "text": "Though his brow be clear and white",
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    "text": "And beneath it fancies bright,",
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    "text": "Wisdom and high thoughts are woven",
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    "text": "Though his temples too be fair",
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    "text": "Yet two horns are growing there",
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    "text": "Bursting forth to part asunder",
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    "text": "Faerie maidens he may meet",
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    "text": "Fly the horns and cloven feet,",
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    "text": "But, his sad brown eyes with wonder",
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    "text": "Seeing⁠—stay from their retreat.",
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