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Rosalind
You must be my Rosalind
For I am poor Orlando,
Pining for your smile
In the forest of Arden,
But lacking a Touchstone
To teach me the way.
However you may test me
You will find my love true;
No matter your disguise
I will gaze into your eyes
And see into your soul,
Forever bound to mine.
Shall I pin to a tree
These words to my beloved,
Or post them to the Web
As is lately the fashion?
Though the lyric be flawed
My song is from the heart,
And I only hope you find it
As you like it.
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