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love poem quote

these be
those black eyes i once so praised
lady, your heart has turned to dust
beneath my window in a city street
under the harvest moon
i went up and down the streets
my true love from her pillow rose
little gate was reached at last
it is true that you say the gods are more use to you than fairies
i love my hour of wind and light
birds against the april wind

 



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