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And where I bide near water’s still
A breeze of thee upon me stows ,
As such I pine ere Willow’s rill -
By tears of such a deeper low .
Flow as I this bled of wet
Wherein thus to dwell in dree ,
Such reflection water keeps -
Where drowning love of thou is me !
And so I bide til morrow’s bane
Under Willow’s ebb of wae ;
As thus the sun and moon decline -
Thine and I shall fade away …
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Eternal Rill
Eternal Rill
