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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=369384" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>My Love, Oh, She Is My Love</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">SHE casts a spell, oh, casts a spell! <br>Which haunts me more than I can tell. <br>Dearer, because she makes me ill <br>Than who would will to make me well. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She is my store! oh, she my store! <br>Whose grey eye wounded me so sore, <br>Who will not place in mine her palm, <br>Nor love, nor calm me any more. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She is my pet, oh, she my pet! <br>Whom I can never more forget; <br>Who would not lose by me one moan, <br>Nor stone upon my cairn would set. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She is my roon, oh, she my roon! <br>Who tells me nothing, leaves me soon; <br>Who would not lose by me one sigh, <br>Were death and I within one room. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She is my dear, oh, she my dear! <br>Who cares not whether I be here. <br>Who will not weep when I am dead, <br>But makes me shed the silent tear. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hard my case, oh, hard my case! <br>For in her eye no hope I trace, <br>She will not hear me any more, <br>But I adore her silent face. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She is my choice, oh, she my choice! <br>Who never made me to rejoice; <br>Who caused my heart to ache so oft, <br>Who put no softness in her voice. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Great my grief, oh, great my grief! <br>Neglected, scorned beyond belief, <br>By her who looks at me askance, <br>By her who grants me no relief. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She’s my desier, oh, my desire! <br>More glorious than the bright sun’s fire; <br>Who were than wild-blown ice more cold <br>Were I so bold as to sit by her. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She it is who stole my heart, <br>And left a void and aching smart; <br>But if she soften not her eye, <br>I know that life and I must part.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Douglas+Hyde">Douglas Hyde</a><div class=q>
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Which haunts me more than I can tell. 
Dearer, because she makes me ill 
Than who would will to make me well. 

She is my store! oh, she my store! 
Whose grey eye wounded me so sore, 
Who will not place in mi..."></div>
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