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A piece of me, here
now hath left
O I doth feel weak, bereft!
Laden hand-in-hand
Upon thine sand
I dream of you
As angels do
Light-beam dew, hot spirit
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bottom of page
A piece of me, here
now hath left
O I doth feel weak, bereft!
Laden hand-in-hand
Upon thine sand
I dream of you
As angels do
Light-beam dew, hot spirit
New