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XIII
[Bring her again, O western wind]
Bring her again, O western wind,
Over the western sea:
Gentle and good and fair and kind,
Bring her again to me!
Over the western sea:
Gentle and good and fair and kind,
Bring her again to me!
Not that her fancy holds me dear,
Not that a hope may be:
Only that I may know her near,
Wind of the western sea.
Not that a hope may be:
Only that I may know her near,
Wind of the western sea.
1875
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