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Imaginary Conversations and Poems - A Selection by Walter Savage Landor
Mother, I cannot mind my wheel;
  My fingers ache, my lips are dry:
Oh! if you felt the pain I feel!
  But Oh, who ever felt as I?

No longer could I doubt him true;
  All other men may use deceit:
He always said my eyes were blue,
  And often swore my lips were sweet.
Book: Imaginary Conversations and Poems - A Selection by Walter Savage Landor
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