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It's full light of the steady day Quickly it's night and love now dry hay My love is pure and chaste, she saw gay How shall I win i heart without hurting the bay Hold me ye Hold me ye, why make me be Now I am but guilty of a sin that sting as bee Cast me into hell for heaven's got no deed Where shall I now pitch my tent, cos I never did Probe me thorough for hidden is a dark bliss That has chosen to curse yet mask me bless Can I see what you term now that she is cold and miss Now life took her to death a maiden, it's check mate d'chess

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