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See, Lovers, how I'm treated, in what ways
I die of cold through summer's
scorching
days:
Of heat, in the depths of icy weather.
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See, Lovers, how I'm treated, in what ways
I die of cold through summer's
scorching
days:
Of heat, in the depths of icy weather.
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