Refrains

I LOVE all the world to-day!"
That is very young.
" So I sing, the while I may."
All the songs are sung.
" God would never say me nay."
Heed the foolish tongue!

" There's a singing in the tree," —
All the songs are sung.
" Nightingales! Oh, could it be?"
Heed the foolish tongue!
" And the new moon smiles at me."
Ah, the moon is young!
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