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Twelfth Night

Make me a willow cabin
at your gate
And call upon my soul within the house.
Write loyal cantons of
contemned love
And sing them loud
even in the dead of night.
Halloo your name
to the reverberate hills
And make the babbling gossip of the air
Cry out “Olivia!”
you should not rest
Between the elements of air and earth,
But you should pity me.