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You cheat me your shadow warns Crow:
You live with others with me your shadow,
In kip tells the truth your dauntless brow,
When I sleep on your memory meadow
Words expose mind your words I deem,
Words in tricky use mean-nature shows
By your face merciful but callous me seem,
I do be-weep ever like the morning rose.
It is my thought and do not mind it Dear,
May be it wrong but never goes I wrong.
Keep in your mind true love is full of fear,
Your woeful tale exposes your pretty song.
April the month of the finest flower season,
I die my Rose if you make with me treason.
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