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THE BALLAD OF THE HARP-WEAVER
And piled up beside her
And toppling to the skies,
Were the clothes of a king's son,
Just my size.
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THE BALLAD OF THE HARP-WEAVER
And piled up beside her
And toppling to the skies,
Were the clothes of a king's son,
Just my size.
35