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LII

I dreamed the same old dream again :the eve, the moon, the Maytime,and underneath a linden-treewe kissed and swore away time.

\^e’d sworn and kissed, and kissed and sworn,when cool as a cucumbershe went and bit me in the handto help me to remember.

0 lucid eyelids of my love0 moon, O May, 0 glamour,the vows we uttered were correct,but why’d she bite me, damn her ?

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