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With Rue My Heart Is Laden
With rue my heart is laden
For golden friends I had, For many a rose-lipt maiden And many a lightfoot lad. By brooks too broad for leaping The lightfoot boys are laid; The rose-lipt girls are sleeping In fields where roses fade.
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Date: 11 March, 2008 2008 Copyright PoetryCraze.com. |