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When I saw your gallery
I liked the of ladies
Then you to hang up me
You studied to me

In ice and greens and old blue
And naked in the
Then you got into funny
That all work discloses

Lady, love me, now I am dead
I am a saint, down your bed
I no heart, that's what you said
You said, "I can be
But let me be with you"

in a magazine
I found a page you
I see that now Josephine
Who be without you

I your house in fit repair
I dust the portraits
Your comes here from everywhere
The writing like ladies

Lady, please me now, I am dead
I am a saint, down your bed
I have no heart, what you said
You said, "I can be
But let me be with you"

I you all my pretty years
we began to weather
And I was left to winter
While you went for pleasure

And now you're flying this way
some lost homing pigeon
They've your brain, you say
And changed you with

Lady, please love me now I was
I am no saint, turn down bed
Lady, have you no heart, that's what you
Well, I can be
But let me be with you

I first saw your gallery
I liked the ones of
But now faces follow me
And all their eyes look