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I Had a Dove / I had a dove and the sweet dove died; / And I have thought it died of grieving:
O, what could it grieve for? Its feet were tied, / With a silken thread of my own hand's weaving; / Sweet little red feet! why should you die --
Why should you leave me, sweet bird! why?
You lived alone in the forest-tree, / Why, pretty thing! would you not live with me?
I kiss'd you oft and gave you white peas; / Why not live sweetly, as in the green trees?