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I am proud of your pretty cruelties,
You cleave my heart as linen in twain,
On high cast is measured in big cities,
The raiment of ducks the poor refrain
The heart you break hopes join again,
We sustain on it love is a self-conceit
If you accept love you deceive brain,
No life in life but rhythmic heartbeat
How I get knowledge people inquire?
I read the books are her pretty eyes
Expose a woman's secrets beauty power,
How a girl with sweet tongue beautifies.
The book to read my Rose’s cruel eyes,
Hungry of false love my poor heart cries
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