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	Of sweet little things, a sweet musical string
	Is the sweetest, and this is a "sweet little thing."
	Not best muscavado, nor honey in spring
	Was ever so sweet as this "sweet little thing"
	I would place, if all things were ranged in a ring
	In the midst of all sweet things, this "sweet little thing
	Ne'er on May's dewy lap, did sweet Zephyrus fling
	A sweetness more sweet than this "sweet little thing"
	Nor did May, queen of sweets, ever shake from her wing
	A Sweet half so sweet, as this "sweet little thing"
	Were I bard to a beehive, I sweetly would sing
	In that treasure of sweetness, "this sweet little thing"
	No frolicksome cherub from Eden would bring
	A sweet thing so sweet as this "sweet little thing.'
	No sweet soldier of Hybla, e'er sweetened his sting
	With a sweet that outsweetens this sweet little thing.
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	No Sweetener of Sweets, e'er prepared for his king
	In his sweetest of sweets, such a sweet little thing ~