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My first has cause in dread to hold
The foggy month November.
My next, when given to knights of old
Was held to mean “remember!”
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With one line many do my first,
With two it can but meet;
My second, as its breakers burst,
Around my whole may beat.
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She was my first; one happy day
She was my second,
And shewed my all. Now can you say
How this is reckoned?