"To sorrow
I bade good morrow,
And thought to leave her far away behind;
But cheerly, cheerly,
She loves me dearly;
She is so constant to me, and so kind.
I would deceive her,
And so leave her,
But ah! she is so constant and so kind."
If only...If only I could just leave her. Each time I try to go. I find myself right back where I started. If only I could just leave her. (Page 4 of the Introduction)
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