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 Grief fills the room up of my absent child, Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words, Remembers me of all his gracious parts, Stuffs out his vacant garments with his form 5 Then have I reason to be fond of...  The Works of Shakespeare: Collated with the Oldest Copies, and Corrected - Page 394 by William Shakespeare - 1773 Full view -
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