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When wars alarms enticed my Willy from me
My poor heart with grief did sigh
His fond remembrance brought fresh sorrows on me
When I awoke the morn was night
No other could delight him
Could I but listen to his fond tales
Which drove him far amidst the rage of war
& left silly me thus to bewail
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