The Golden Treasury

ith me and

all the pl

d valleys, da

craggy mou

we sit up

hepherds feed

rivers, to

birds sing

make thee b

sand fragr

lowers, an

all with lea

e of the f

ur pretty la

slippers fo

es of the

straw an

clasps and

pleasures m

ith me and

dishes fo

s as the g

an ivor

ch day for

swains shall

ight each M

ights thy mi

ith me and

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