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OCTOBER
Stay, gentle sunshine, stay;
Sweet west wind, bide awhile;
Nay, linger, and my maid
Shall bribe you with a smile.
Sweet west wind, bide awhile;
Nay, linger, and my maid
Shall bribe you with a smile.
Sweet sun and west wind, stay,
You know not what you miss;
Nay, linger, and my maid
Shall pay you with a kiss.
You know not what you miss;
Nay, linger, and my maid
Shall pay you with a kiss.
1890.
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