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My Nora

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Beneath the gold acacia buds
My gentle Nora sits and broods,
Far, far away in Boston woods
My gentle Nora!

I see the tear-drop in her e'e,
Her bosom's heaving tenderly;
I know—I know she thinks of me,
My Darling Nora!

And where am I? My love, whilst thou
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Paresh Chakra 13 December 2018

She paused amidst her converse glad; The lady saw that I was sad, She pitied the poor lonely lad, — Dost love her, Nora? It is a very good poem

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