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Toll the lilies' silver bells! Oberon, the King, is dead! In her grief the crimson rose All her velvet leaves has shed. Toll the lilies' silver bells! Oberon is dead and gone! He who looked an emperor When his glow-worm crown was on. Toll the lilies' silver bells! Slay the dragonfly, his steed; Dig his grave within the ring Of the mushrooms in the mead. |