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Tell me where is fancy bred, Or in the heart, or in the head? How begot, how nourishèd Reply, reply, reply. It is engender'd in the eyes, With gazing fed; and fancy dies. In the cradle, where it lies. Let us all ring fancys knell; I'll begin it Ding, dong, bell Ding, dong, bell.
Writer(s): Jocelyn Pook Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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