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a mist was driving down
gone are the three, those sisters rare
i bid them all farewell
love me at last, or if you will not
the lightning flashed, and lifted
a life on the ocean wave
no prey am i of poor thoughts
braided and woven
i know what you're going to say
from floor to ceiling
see i give myself to you
when you come tonight
up to her chamber window

 



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