  Lady, when I left you Ere I sailed the sea, Bitterly bereft you Told me you would be. Frequently and often When I fought the foe, How my heart would soften, Pitying your woe! Still, throughout my yearning, It was my belief That my mere returning Would annul your grief. Arguing ex parte, Maybe you can tell Why I find your heart A. W. O. L. |
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