Full Well I Know
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FULL well I know - my friends - ye look on me A living specter of my Father dead - Had I not bourne his name, had I not fed On him, as one leaf trembling on a tree, A woeful waste had been my minstrelsy - Yet have I sung of maidens newly wed And I have wished that hearts too sharply bled Should throb with less of pain, and heave more free
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