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Last night, I went to a lovely Lake,
I saw an image leads to the west,
I stand there Love-view to take,
But for my might it proves pest.
Standing there sadly I call you out,
See me love but it does not reply,
I ponder over it was true my doubt,
It was my heart and wishes to cry.
You give me traitor now get it back,
Who wants to bind me with other beau
So sojourning there on my face smack,
And ask her where is your wooing vow?
When my dream is broken I was all alone
From Ohio beach my Ladylove had gone.
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