"I will make me a willow cabin at your gate,
And call upon my soul within the house;
I will write loyal cantons of contemned love
And sing them loud even in the dead of night;
I will halloo your name to the reverberate hills
And make the babbling gossip of the air
Cry out 'Olivia!' O, You should not rest
Between the elements of air and earth,
But you should pity me!"
And call upon my soul within the house;
I will write loyal cantons of contemned love
And sing them loud even in the dead of night;
I will halloo your name to the reverberate hills
And make the babbling gossip of the air
Cry out 'Olivia!' O, You should not rest
Between the elements of air and earth,
But you should pity me!"
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