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i love you poem

why then, must we see?
i am a woman
when i was broke in london
it tells of good old times
i went up and down the streets
i am singing to you
beneath the warrior's helm
night was black and drear
for i was a gaunt, grave councillor
in an old chamber softly lit

 



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