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We yet agree, but shall be straight wayes out, Thy Passions are so harsh and strange to mee, That when the concord's perfect I may doubt, The time is lost which I haue spent for thee, Yet one the ground must be, which you shall proue, Can beare all parts that descant on my loue. |
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