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Sigismund hath ricked the hay,
He sitteth at close o' a sultry day
Under his mulberry boughs at ease.
'Hey for the world, and the world is wide,
The world is mine, and the world is-these
Beautiful Malva leans at his side,
And the small babbler talks at his knees.
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