I dreamt you were here
I thought you were with me
I heard you were alone
Just hearsay
You mayst think is not beauteous
But I'm sure we enjoyed it
Thoughts about you wane
Sometimes my heart thinks you are a niggard
You leave a bequest on him
And the only witness I have
Is the friend of the hot eye of heaven...
You stirr'd my heart
You leave rondure herms
Now the only thing he doth
Is repair what there remains
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