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it was many and many a year ago
musing, between the sunset and the dark
music i heard with you was more than music
all my love for my sweet
it is true that you say the gods are more use to you than fairies
up to her chamber window
do you think, my boy, when i put my arms around you
i see all human wits
somewhere i read a strange, old, rusty tale
lady, your heart has turned to dust
often i think of the beautiful town
there is a city, builded by no hand
i've won the race

 



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