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to a friend.
She tells me, reason gave her leave,
And bids me not to fear;
Tells me, you never will deceive,—
You are what you appear.
And bids me not to fear;
Tells me, you never will deceive,—
You are what you appear.
And this she says, so sweetly calm,
And looks so much like you,
She quiets every vain alarm,
And I believe her true.
And looks so much like you,
She quiets every vain alarm,
And I believe her true.
