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Heaven becomes drowsy in its harmony.
This lass so neat, with smile so sweet, has won my right good will.
Let the man who does not wish to be idle, fall in love.
The evil and the good.
In all I wish, how happy should I be, grand Deluder, were it not for thee?
What woman says to fond lover should be written on air or the swift water.
The loathsome prostitution of a hand without a heart!
And of my sweet, who gave love least of all.
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