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tell me not
see i give myself to you
he'd even have his joke
i despise my friends more than you
city that is not a city
i love to steal awhile away
somewhere i read a strange, old, rusty tale
and breaketh bread no more
when, full of warm and eager love
happiness
have we no shame?
friend, whose smile has come to be
they ask me where i've been

 



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