Acrostic 2
Such beauteous form
as mist covers
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Such beauteous form as mist covers a green hill thou came into my self. Redeem my heart of the pain that hast no potion
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In the bosom of an ocean waves with tumultuous rush, touch the lofty cliff with storm, thou came in my mind