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Summer looked for long am I:
Much shall change or e'er I die.
Prithee take it not
Though I weary thee with bliss.
William Morris
William Morris (24 March 1834 – 3 October 1896) was a British textile designer, poet, novelist, translator, and socialist activist associated wi
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