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Sometimes with the one I love I fill myself with rage for fear I effuse unreturn'd love, but now I think there is no unreturn'd love, the pay is certain one way or another, (I loved a certain person ardently and my love was not return'd, yet out of that I have written these songs…)<Break>





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