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Meanwhile gardens call out for big trees
of their own nobody notices
not anyway in the mens.
Does not, does so.
"Conifers" I therefore leave off & boys.
My lord here & there she mings
but I am not like this I am all
apart
my lord from kisses & broke down
his helmet
now he sings with a lucky dove
in May.
Myself therefore. Myself with the ruler.
Let me dream of your felicity.