Ditty of First Desire
In the green morningI wanted to be a heart
a heart
And in the ripe eveningI wanted to be a nightingale
A nightingale
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In the green morningI wanted to be a heart
a heart
And in the ripe eveningI wanted to be a nightingale
A nightingale
The moon will run all consciences to cover,
Night is now the easy peer of day;
Little boys no longer sight the
Streaked in the sky, and cattle