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see i give myself to you
gloom
where shall i find you
give me
by the rude bridge
the rain was over, and the brilliant air
let me be sad
the smell of the rose so false, the thorns so true
up from the meadows rich with corn
the meadow was creeping
i expect you
do not turn your head

 



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