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I was so chill and overworn, and sad,
To be a lady was the only joy I had.
I walked the street as silent as a mouse,
Buying fine clothes, and fittings for the house.
But since I saw my love,
I wear a simple dress,
And happily I move,
Forgetting weariness.
Anne Wickham
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