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31878	Williams, William Carlos	The Tempers			.txt	text/plain	2741	371	99	Only thou art my Lady. Only thou art my Lady. Come play with us: it is forbidden! And thou, beloved, art that godly thing! So art thou broken in upon me, Apollo, Yet, by God, I'll still leave them a token And now, little black eyes, come you out here! Ah, you've given me a lively, lasting bout, year Ah, you little children that go playing But, black eyes, some day you'll get a master, He shall, he must come! His wheels settles--what shall men see then? Lancelot thought little, spent his gold and rode to fight Ah, little eyes of mine, My own little green eyes. My own little green eyes. My own little green eyes. To free me from my soul's contention Although thou with a sleep art wresting, And the little leaves follow me Praising the great rain. That makes the little leaves follow me.	./cache/31878.txt	./txt/31878.txt