XLV (Forty Five)

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Oh girl! Its a while.
Since you last smile.
I want you mostly,
You want her greatly.
If that's your joy,
And my despairs envoy.
I would still be please,
To let you at ease.
If you love a girl,
Well I wouldn't swirl.
I'll take the tears,
Don't ever feel thy fear.

She Love's a Girl

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