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CUPID'S THEFT.
My rose grew crimson in the bower,
My fruit hung on the tree,
When thou didst come in evil hour,
And pluck them all from me.
My fruit hung on the tree,
When thou didst come in evil hour,
And pluck them all from me.
But think not that thou shalt escape:
In troth I swear to thee,
For this thy most unconscioned rape,
Thy pinions clipt shall be.
In troth I swear to thee,
For this thy most unconscioned rape,
Thy pinions clipt shall be.
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