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does my lady love original poems
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oh how i long to kiss the swet lips of fair;
oh how i long to hold thee tight in my arms; the longing for your desire is unimaginable, and to long for words-not to be heard nevermind the fellings in the heart-but dost feel buring flame in the heart as i do |
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