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missing you poem

good woman
woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me
i know not where
from our hidden places
now for a brisk and cheerful fight
tell me
high-born race
i love the old melodious lays
i love to steal awhile away
if i should die, think only this of me
have you heard
you are clear
our pleasant moments fly
i loved a woman

 



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