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LOVE'S DECEIT.
Love came to me one day and brought
A rose plucked from the tree:
I seized the flower, but little thought
What bale therein might be.
A rose plucked from the tree:
I seized the flower, but little thought
What bale therein might be.
Within its crimson heart I spied
A canker-worm did feed;
The thorns which branched from every side
Did make my fingers bleed.
A canker-worm did feed;
The thorns which branched from every side
Did make my fingers bleed.
Then did I pray Love would restore
The rose back to its tree;
But he would take the flower no more,
And only laughed at me.
The rose back to its tree;
But he would take the flower no more,
And only laughed at me.
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