Robert Rorabeck

Sometimes with the one I love I fill myself with rage for fear
I effuse unreturn'd love,
But now I think there is no unreturn'd love, the pay is cer-
tain one way or another,
(I loved a certain person ardently and my love was not
return'd.
Yet out of that I have written these songs.)
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