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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=412481" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Wife A-Lost</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Since I noo mwore do zee your feace,<br>Up steairs or down below,<br>I'll zit me in the lwonesome pleace,<br>Where flat-bough'd beech do grow; <br>Below the beeches' bough, my love,<br>Where you did never come,<br>An' I don't look to meet ye now,<br>As I do look at hwome.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Since you noo mwore be at my zide,<br>In walks in zummer het,<br>I'll goo alwone where mist do ride,<br>Drough trees a-drippen wet; <br>Below the rain-wet bough, my love,<br>Where you did never come,<br>An' I don't grieve to miss ye now,<br>As I do grieve at hwome.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Since now bezide my dinner-bwoard<br>Your vaice do never sound,<br>I'll eat the bit I can avword,<br>A-vield upon the ground; <br>Below the darksome bough, my love,<br>Where you did never dine,<br>An' I don't grieve to miss ye now,<br>As I at hwome do pine.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Since I do miss your vaice an' feace<br>In prayer at eventide,<br>I'll pray wi' woone sad vaice vor greace<br>To goo where you do bide; <br>Above the tree an' bough, my love,<br>Where you be gone avore,<br>An' be a-waiten vor me now,<br>To come vor evermwore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ingeborg+Bachmann">Ingeborg Bachmann</a><div class=q>
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Up steairs or down below,
I'll zit me in the lwonesome pleace,
Where flat-bough'd beech do grow; 
Below the beeches' bough, my love,
Where you did never come,
An' I don't look to meet ye now,
As I do look at hw..."></div>
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