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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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