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Love and Sleep

I have laid sorrow to sleep;
Love sleeps.
She who oft made me weep
Now weeps.
 
I loved, and have forgot,
And yet
Love tells me she will not
Forget.
 
She it was bid me go;
Love goes
By what strange ways, ah! no
One knows.
 
Because I cease to weep,
She weeps.
Here by the sea in sleep,
Love sleeps.
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