Care not I of solitude,
Cos' desert I can see, in the greenest of Lea;
Crave the crowd though I,
Cos' the moiling sea, is for me the fending Lee.
Cos' desert I can see, in the greenest of Lea;
Crave the crowd though I,
Cos' the moiling sea, is for me the fending Lee.
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