Bubble, Bubble, Swim To See Oh, How Beautiful I Be. Fishes, Fishes, Finned And Fine, What's Your Gold Compared With Mine? "Why, Then, Has Wise Tishnar Made One So Lovely, Yet So Sad? "Lone Am I, And Can But Make A Little Song, For Singing'S Sake."
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