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SYLVAN MORTFYDD by LIONEL PIGOT JOHNSON

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First Line: WHITE MORFYDD THROUGH THE WOODS

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White Morfydd through the woods
Went on a moonlit night:
Went on a moonlit night:
Never so pure a sight
Never so pure a sight
As that, as white
As that, as white
White Morfydd in the woods.
White Morfydd in the woods.
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Moved, as a spirit might:
White Morfydd through the woods
The cool leaves with delight
Moved, as a spirit might:
Stirred round the white
The cool leaves with delight
White Morfydd in the woods.
Stirred round the white
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White Morfydd in the woods.
White Morfydd through the woods

Went lonely and went bright:

She was those woodlands' light,
White Morfydd through the woods
My lost, most white
Went lonely and went bright:
White Morfydd in the woods.
She was those woodlands' light,
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My lost, most white

White Morfydd in the woods.





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