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 Never seek to tell thy love, Love that never told can be ; For the gentle wind does move Silently, invisibly. I told my love, I told my love, I told her all my heart ; Trembling, cold, in ghastly fears, Ah ! she doth depart. Soon as she was gone from...  Poetry Review - Página 324 editado por - 1915 Visualização integral -
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