The cover of the wings of grasshoppers
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The traces of the smallest spider’s web
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The collars of the moonshine’s watery beams
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Ooh
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The cover of the wings of grasshoppers
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The traces of the smallest spider’s web
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The collars of the moonshine’s watery beams
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Ooh
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The cover of the wings of grasshoppers
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The traces of the smallest spider’s web
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The collars of the moonshine’s watery beams
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Ooh
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The cover of the wings of grasshoppers
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The traces of the smallest spider’s web
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The collars of the moonshine’s watery beams
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O, then I see Queen Mab hath been with you
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She is the fairies' midwife and she comes in shape no bigger than an agate-stone
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On the forefinger of an alderman
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Drawn with a team of little atomies
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Athwart men’s noses as they lie asleep
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Her wagon-spokes made of long spinners' legs
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The cover of the wings of grasshoppers
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The traces of the smallest spider’s web
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The collars of the moonshine’s watery beams
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Ooh
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The cover of the wings of grasshoppers
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The traces of the smallest spider’s web
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The collars of the moonshine’s watery beams
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Ooh
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Her whip of a cricket’s bone, the lash of film
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Her wagoner a small grey coated gnat
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Not so big as a round little worm
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Prick’d from the lazy finger of a maid
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Her chariot is an empty hazelnut
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Made by the joiner squirrel or old grub
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Time out o' mind the fairies' coach-makers
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And in this state she… (gallops night by night) night by night
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Through lovers' brains, and then they dream of love
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They dream
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They dream
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They dream of love
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Ooh
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The cover of wings of grasshoppers
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The traces of the smallest spider’s web
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The collars of the moonshine’s wat’ry beams
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Ooh
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The cover of wings of grasshoppers
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The traces of the smallest spider’s web
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The collars of the moonshine’s wat’ry beams
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Ooh
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Over courtiers' knees, that dream of court’sies straight
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Over lawyers' fingers, who straight dream on fees
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Over lady’s lips, who straight on kisses dream
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Which oft the angry Mab with blisters plagues
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Because of their breaths with sweetmeats tainted are…
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O, then I see Queen Mab hath been with you
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She is the fairies' midwife and she comes in shape no bigger than an agate-stone
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On the forefinger of an alderman
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Drawn with a team of little atomies of Athwart men’s noses as they lies asleep |