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Tell me dear and tell me true
Why I have these dreams of you,
You are there within my sight,
Sometime left, sometimes right.
Then in the morning when I wake
And the cold briskly shake,
The ground outstretched and wet with dew,
I'm happy from the thoughts of you.
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Wm Paul | Year Posted 2012
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