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A little black thing among the snow, Crying "'weep! 'weep!" in notes of woe! "Where are thy father & mother? say?" "They are both gone up to the church to pray. "Because I was happy upon the heath, And smil'd among the winter's snow, They clothed me in the clothes of death, And taught me to sing the notes of woe. "And because I am happy & dance & sing, They think they have done me no injury, And are gone to praise God & his Priest & King, Who make up a heaven of our misery."
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