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my mother twines me roses wet with dew
those black eyes i once so praised
how shall i help to right the world that is going wrong
these be
mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam
i know what you're going to say
a blue-black nubian plucking oranges
and so it goes
stay no more

 



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