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Beauty, since you so much desire
Never love unless you can
The cypress curtain of the night
Awake thou spring of speaking grace
Come, you pretty false-eyed wanton
So tired are all my thoughts
Pined I am, and like to die
Fair, if you expect admiring
Shall I come, sweet love, to thee?
It fell on a summer's day
Beauty is but a painted hell
Are you what your fair looks express?
I care not for these ladies
Never Weather-beaten Sail
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