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Poem	Fair is my love, when her fair golden hears with the loose wind the waving chance to mark: fair when the rose in her red cheeks appears, or in her eyes the fire of love does spark. Fair when her breast like a rich laden bark with precious merchandise she forth doth lay: fair when that cloud of pride, which oft doth dark her goodly light, with smiles she drives away. But fairest she, when so she doth display the gate with pearls and rubies richly dight through which her words so wise do make their way to bear the message of her gentle spright. The rest be works of nature's wonderment, but this the work of heart's astonishment.
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