Spring
Spring am I, too soft of heartMuch to speak ere I depart:Ask the Summer-tide to proveThe abundance of my love.
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Spring am I, too soft of heartMuch to speak ere I depart:Ask the Summer-tide to proveThe abundance of my love.
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