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LOVE'S STRATAGEM.
Love leading by, one stormy day,
Pale Sorrow, wet and worn,
Implored that he with me might stay
Until the morrow morn.
Pale Sorrow, wet and worn,
Implored that he with me might stay
Until the morrow morn.
And so I took him weeping home,
And soothed his throbbing pain;
And then I begged that Love would come
And take him back again.
And soothed his throbbing pain;
And then I begged that Love would come
And take him back again.
But though I prayed with many a sigh
And shook the doleful air,
He would not deign to make reply,
Or list to my despair.
And shook the doleful air,
He would not deign to make reply,
Or list to my despair.
And so from day to day I grieve
And make perpetual moan;
For Love hath given sad Sorrow leave
To call my heart his own.
And make perpetual moan;
For Love hath given sad Sorrow leave
To call my heart his own.
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