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A man has a hope for heaven, / But soulless a faery dies, / As a leaf that is old, and withered and cold / When the wint'ry vapours rise.
Soon shall our wings be stilled, / And our laughter over and done, / So let us dance where the yellow lance / Of the barley shoots in the sun.
So let us dance on the fringed waves, / And shout at the wisest owls / In their downy caps, and startle the naps / Of the dreaming water-fowls.
And fight for the black sloe-berries, / For soulless a faery dies, / As a leaf that is old, and withered and cold / When the wintry vapours rise.