  The wind is fair, Shall we take a row, Down to the cove Where the lilies grow? Their petals white To the sun unfold, Their trembling hearts Are yellow as gold. My boat is as safe As a boat can be; You need not fear To go with me. A fleet of lilies, So fresh and fair, Like fairy ships, Are anchored there. They rock and dip With every breeze, Like real ships On real seas. My boat is as safe As a boat can be; You need not fear To go with me.
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