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SLANDER by IBN HAZM

First Line: THEY CHIDE AT ME, AND SAY
Last Line: TO WITHER AND BE PINING?
They chide at me, and say
My love is sickly slender;
But I will not obey
The sly reproofs they tender.

Will not the bough whereon
The sun is ever shining
Be very apt anon
To wither and be pining?



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