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My words with your emotions dwindle,
And your false promises do kindle gire,
Nothing remains behind all parts swindle,
I am love saint going in doing love devoir.
Heart-pang hurts me when I do sleep,
Like pebbles love strikes me far away,
In loneliness remember you then weep,
I drink hemlock when under love-sway.
Long your silky hair and red your lips,
Pink your breast and grey your eyes,
Looks a cute pixy when you deck clips,
I do worship you before the sunrise.
What is love and where grows it in body?
In mind or heart, but be humble or rowdy.
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