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Love, like a beggar, came to me
With hose and doublet torn:
His shirt
bedangling
from his knee,
With hat and shoes outworn.
Robert Herrick
Love, like a beggar, came to me
With hose and doublet torn:
His shirt
bedangling
from his knee,
With hat and shoes outworn.
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