To Sorrow I Bade Good-morrow, And Thought To Leave Her Far Away Behind

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To sorrow
I bade good-morrow,
And thought to leave her far away behind;
But cheerly, cheerly,
She loves me dearly;
She is so constant to me, and so kind.
-- John Keats (1795-1821)
-- Endymion, Book iv

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