I daren't send this by another,
I have such fear of her disdain,
Nor go myself, and go in vain,
Nor make love to her;
Yet she must know I am better
Since she heals my wound again.
I have such fear of her disdain,
Nor go myself, and go in vain,
Nor make love to her;
Yet she must know I am better
Since she heals my wound again.
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