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A cloaking robe of elvenkindhangs in my wardrobe behind
All those things that mothersaid were proper for a boy
And I know I could not say why
On this summer evening
Sixteen books on magic spellsstacked below the cloak of elves
And sixteen books on magic spellsso elegantly bound
And I know I could not say why
On this summer evening
And I know something...something about you
And I know something...something about you
A cloaking robe of elvenkindhangs in my wardrobe behind
All those things that mother saidwere proper for a boy
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