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Each of her silver wands
Flings you into beyond
An orbit
There set down
Hurrying down the line
Both of her eyes must shine
Upon you
She's your queen
Gallows tree of my heart
Keeping us both apart
Begone! And cut me down
Midsummer evening's long
Here's a Midsummer song
Towards it
Kiss her now!
Each of her silver wands...
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