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William Shakespeare

William Shakespeare

Twelve O’Clock

Through the house give glimmering light
By the dead and drowsy fire;
Every elf and fairy sprite
hop as light as bird from brier.
 
Now, until the break of day
Through this house each fairy stray.

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