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Hummer,
My sweet folly of a flower,
The nectar bright,
The nectar sweet,
Be all that ye shall drink of the chalice.
Let not one minute 'mount of dew
rest upon you,
And may seduce,
Of childish ways, of folly.
May I rest upon those high tree tops,
And count the birds fly north for warmth.
Bringeth my folly, a sweet dolly or drop of cold creamed milk.
For folly,
You answer everything.
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