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[seymoure]

Skylark, my Skylark,
Sing, sing to Man,
He fights, he destroys
And takes what he can,
But Skylark, my Skylark,
Show him, show him please,
The love and beauty that passes,
So quick like the breeze,
And perhaps if he listens
Just once to your song,
He'll know what you've known
All along.