She Is Coming, My Own, My Sweet
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She is coming, my own, my sweet; Were it ever so airy a tread, My heart would hear and beat, Were it earth in an earthy bed, My dust would hear her and beat, Had I lain for a century dead, Would start and tremble under her feet, And blossom in purple and red.
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