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REFUSAL
Clarinda's shy.
She's mute, the rogue, and says me nay
Whate'er I ask.
Yet all I need is but to touch
The velvet of her hand, to hear
The rosebud call me Shepherd dear—
Clarinda's shy.
She's mute, the rogue, and says me nay
Whate'er I ask.
Yet all I need is but to touch
The velvet of her hand, to hear
The rosebud call me Shepherd dear—
Clarinda's shy.
Clarinda's shy.
The rosebud pouts and bids me hence
Whate'er I ask.
Yet all I need is but to hold,
For she has never been embraced,
The living circle of her waist—
Clarinda's shy.
The rosebud pouts and bids me hence
Whate'er I ask.
Yet all I need is but to hold,
For she has never been embraced,
The living circle of her waist—
Clarinda's shy.
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Clarinda's shy.
Her pinky ears, those lovely shells,
Whene'er I speak
She floods apace with rain of gold.
Yet all I ask is only this,
To melt upon her snow a kiss—
Clarinda's shy.
Her pinky ears, those lovely shells,
Whene'er I speak
She floods apace with rain of gold.
Yet all I ask is only this,
To melt upon her snow a kiss—
Clarinda's shy.
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