Robert Seymour Bridges (Роберт Сеймур Бриджес)
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Sometimes when my lady sits by me My rapture’s so great, that I tear My mind from the thought that she’s nigh me, And strive to forget that she’s there. And sometimes when she is away Her absence so sorely does try me, That I shut to my eyes, and assay To think she is there sitting by me.
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