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I came out alone
on my way to my tryst. But who is this
that follows me in the silent dark?
I move aside to
avoid his presence but I escape him not. He
makes the dust rise from the earth with his swagger; he adds his
loud voice to every word that I utter.
He is my own
little self, my lord, he knows no shame; but I am ashamed to come to
thy door in his company.
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