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How has thou my love lost my love.
on your delicate eyes are the knife that renches my heart.
Upon once a time your love was the rose that grew within me
Tis now but a wilted rose taunted with thorns
What now my love that my eyes should settle upon you
no more then a lost touch and a passing smile.
I am lost now, lost to the furthest places of my soul.
And I find that returning an unkindly quest.
The gray dawn as my heart so reluctently rises
Fearfull of what the heart might return, its boon of tears
Tis is upon this heart that such a great ...