O thrush your song is passing sweet But never a song that you have sung Is half so sweet as thrushes sang When my dear — William Morris
O thrush your song is passing sweet But never a song that you have sung Is half so sweet as thrushes sang When my dear — William Morris
O thrush your song is passing sweet But never a song that you have sung Is half so sweet as thrushes sang When my dear — William Morris
O thrush your song is passing sweet But never a song that you have sung Is half so sweet as thrushes sang When my dear — William Morris
O thrush your song is passing sweet But never a song that you have sung Is half so sweet as thrushes sang When my dear — William Morris
O thrush your song is passing sweet But never a song that you have sung Is half so sweet as thrushes sang When my dear — William Morris
O thrush your song is passing sweet But never a song that you have sung Is half so sweet as thrushes sang When my dear — William Morris
O thrush your song is passing sweet But never a song that you have sung Is half so sweet as thrushes sang When my dear — William Morris
O thrush your song is passing sweet But never a song that you have sung Is half so sweet as thrushes sang When my dear — William Morris
O thrush your song is passing sweet But never a song that you have sung Is half so sweet as thrushes sang When my dear — William Morris
O thrush your song is passing sweet But never a song that you have sung Is half so sweet as thrushes sang When my dear — William Morris
O thrush your song is passing sweet But never a song that you have sung Is half so sweet as thrushes sang When my dear — William Morris
O thrush your song is passing sweet But never a song that you have sung Is half so sweet as thrushes sang When my dear — William Morris
O thrush your song is passing sweet But never a song that you have sung Is half so sweet as thrushes sang When my dear — William Morris
O thrush your song is passing sweet But never a song that you have sung Is half so sweet as thrushes sang When my dear — William Morris
O thrush your song is passing sweet But never a song that you have sung Is half so sweet as thrushes sang When my dear — William Morris
O thrush your song is passing sweet But never a song that you have sung Is half so sweet as thrushes sang When my dear — William Morris
O thrush your song is passing sweet But never a song that you have sung Is half so sweet as thrushes sang When my dear — William Morris
O thrush your song is passing sweet But never a song that you have sung Is half so sweet as thrushes sang When my dear — William Morris
O thrush your song is passing sweet But never a song that you have sung Is half so sweet as thrushes sang When my dear — William Morris
O thrush your song is passing sweet But never a song that you have sung Is half so sweet as thrushes sang When my dear — William Morris
O thrush your song is passing sweet But never a song that you have sung Is half so sweet as thrushes sang When my dear — William Morris
O thrush your song is passing sweet But never a song that you have sung Is half so sweet as thrushes sang When my dear — William Morris
O thrush your song is passing sweet But never a song that you have sung Is half so sweet as thrushes sang When my dear — William Morris
O thrush your song is passing sweet But never a song that you have sung Is half so sweet as thrushes sang When my dear — William Morris
O thrush your song is passing sweet But never a song that you have sung Is half so sweet as thrushes sang When my dear — William Morris
O thrush your song is passing sweet But never a song that you have sung Is half so sweet as thrushes sang When my dear — William Morris
O thrush your song is passing sweet But never a song that you have sung Is half so sweet as thrushes sang When my dear — William Morris
O thrush your song is passing sweet But never a song that you have sung Is half so sweet as thrushes sang When my dear — William Morris
O thrush your song is passing sweet But never a song that you have sung Is half so sweet as thrushes sang When my dear — William Morris
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O thrush your song is passing sweet But never a song that you have sung Is half so sweet as thrushes sang When my dear love and I were young.

— William Morris
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