My Rustic Love, Where Do You Lie You?
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My rustic beloved, palying in the countryside homes,
Into the coutyards of hers,
Grazing the cattle,
Playing with the lambs,
Plucking wild flowers
And gifting to,
Where is she, where is she,
My pastoral heart,
My love misinterpreted?
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