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Say do I not then well,
(All pale and wan)
Thus to abandon me to wail and woe,
Unheedful what I be, or what I seem,
And mourning go
Thro' the wild woods, and this my plaintive theme
To all the country tell;
Drink the slow poison of my love-sick cares,
And bathe me in the sad sad luxury of tears?
(All pale and wan)
Thus to abandon me to wail and woe,
Unheedful what I be, or what I seem,
And mourning go
Thro' the wild woods, and this my plaintive theme
To all the country tell;
Drink the slow poison of my love-sick cares,
And bathe me in the sad sad luxury of tears?
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