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Bluebells
By Walter De La Mare
Where the bluebells and the wind are,
Fairies in a ring I spied,
And I heard a little linnet
Singing near beside.
Where the primrose and the dew are -
Soon were sped the fairies all:
Only now the green turf freshens,
And the linnets call.
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