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My Life Is But A Weaving, Between My God And Me,
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My Life Is But A Weaving, Between My God And Me,

Poem By Anonymous Works

Western Wind

Western wind, when will thou blow,
The small rain down can rain?
Christ! If my love were in my arms,
And I in my bed again!

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