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As we dance round a-ring-a-ring,

A maiden goes a-maying;

And here a flower, and there a flower,

Through mead and meadow straying:

O gentle one, why dost thou weep?—

Silver to spend with; gold to keep;

Till spin the green round World asleep,

And Heaven its dews be staying.

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