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Ah! when will this long weary day have end, And lende me leave to come unto my love? - Epithalamion

Edmund Spenser

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Edmund Spenser
Died: 1599
Died: January 13
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London
England
Edmund Spencer
Long
Love
Sad
Weary
Unto
Leave
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