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poetry

love misses

how like a winter tis life had been
till thy loving heart i have seen
how laid bare tis winters dream
till thy loving voice i heard sing
when i chronicle those wasted times
as winter cold years have passed
till thy love woke me, to gift
a summers dream filled with joy
oh cupid i did fall for thy ploy
tis sweet lady thou did employ
to nurse tis diseased heart
my love a fever longing still
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