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YET THIS BE SAID

OH TO GOD THAT MIGHT MY TROUBLIN BE DONE AS TO WHAT THE EDGES ARE FURTHER REPEALS OF TIMES WHEN ALL WAS DISTURTED OH MY GOD WHAT HAS SHE DONE SPEAK OF LOVE THEN MIGHT THE BRANCHES WITHER INDECRETITION OF LOVERS PAST SHE SPEAKS OF MOST AS IT'S IN DECRIPTION SHE METS NEW MEN AND WHO WAS FIRST IS LAST

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