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1449 I thought the Train would never come— How slow the whistle sang— I don't believe a peevish Bird So whimpered for the Spring— I taught my Heart a hundred times Precisely what to say— Provoking Lover, when you came Its Treatise flew away To hide my strategy too late To wiser be too soon— For miseries so halcyon The happiness atone— Edited by Peter Carter
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