She's up and gone, the graceless girl,
And robb'd my failing years!
My blood before was thin and cold
But now 'tis turn'd to tears;—
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Her meat was served on plates of gold,
Her drink was rosy wine;
But now she'll share the robin's food,
And sup the common rill, very fine poem and questions and thinking. tony
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Her meat was served on plates of gold, Her drink was rosy wine; But now she'll share the robin's food, And sup the common rill, very fine poem and questions and thinking. tony