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MA FILLE.
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T’is very strange, my little dove,
That all I ever loved, or Love,
In wondrous visions still I trace
While gazing on thy guiltles’s face.
— ROBERT BURNS. —
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T’is very strange, my little dove,
That all I ever loved, or Love,
In wondrous visions still I trace
While gazing on thy guiltles’s face.