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A cloaking robe of elvenkind
Hangs in my wardrobe behind
All the thing that mother said
Were proper for a boy

And I know, I could not say why
On this summer evening
Sixteen books of magic spells
Stacked below the cloak of elves
And sixteen books on magic spells
So 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 elvenkind
Hangs in my wardrobe behind
All the things that mother said
Were proper for a boy
A cloaking robe of elvenkind   Hangs in my wardrobe behind   All the thing that mother said   Were proper for a boy      And I know, I could not say why   On this summer evening   Sixteen books of magic spells   Stacked below the cloak of elves   And sixteen books on magic spells   So 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 elvenkind   Hangs in my wardrobe behind   All the things that mother said   Were proper for a boy