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 My Dove, My Beautiful One by James Joyce 
						My dove, my beautiful one, Arise, arise!
 The night-dew lies
 Upon my lips and eyes.
 
 The odorous winds are weaving
 A music of sighs:
 Arise, arise,
 My dove, my beautiful one!
 
 I wait by the cedar tree,
 My sister, my love,
 White breast of the dove,
 My breast shall be your bed.
 
 The pale dew lies
 Like a veil on my head.
 My fair one, my fair dove,
 Arise, arise!
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