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I	A
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What shall be done I cannot pray	B
And none shall know the pangs I feel	C
If prayers could alter night to day	B
Or black to white I might appeal	C
I might attempt to sway thy heart	D
And prove it mine or claim a part	D
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II	A
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I might attempt to urge on thee	E
At least the chance of some redress	F
An hour's revoke a moment's plea	E
A smile to make my sorrows less	F
I might indeed be taught in time	G
To blush for hope as for a crime	G
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III	A
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But thou art stone though soft and fleet	H
A statue not a maiden thou	I
A man may hear thy bosom beat	H
When thou hast sworn some idle vow	I
But not for love no not for this	J
For thou wilt sell thy bridal kiss	J
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IV	I
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I mean thy friends will sell thy love	I
As loves are sold in England here	K
A man will buy my golden dove	I
I doubt he'll find his bargain dear	L
He'll lose the wine he'll buy the bowl	M
The life the limbs but not the soul	M
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V	I
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So take thy mate and all his wealth	N
And all the joys that wait on fame	O
Thou'lt weep poor martyr'd one by stealth	N
And think of me and shriek my name	O
Yes in his arms And wake too late	P
To coax and kiss the man you hate	P
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VI	I
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By slow degrees from year to year	L
From week to week from night to night	Q
He will be taught how dark and drear	L
Is barter'd love how sad to sight	Q
A perjured face He will be driven	R
To compass Hell and dream of Heaven	R
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VII	I
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But stand at God's high altar there	L
With saints around thee tall and sweet	H
I'll match thy pride with my despair	L
And drag thee down from glory's seat	H
Yea thou shalt kneel Thy head shall bow	I
As mine is bent in anguish now	I
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VIII	I
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What for thy sake have I forsworn	S
My just ambition all my joy	T
And all my hope from morn to morn	S
That seem'd a prize without alloy	T
Have I done this I have and see	I
I weep wild tears for thine and thee	I
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IX	I
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But I can school my soul to strength	U
And weep and wail as children do	V
Be hard as stone yet melt at length	U
And curb my pride as thou can'st too	V
But I have faith and thou hast none	R
And I have joy but thine is done	R
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X	I
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No marriage bells No songs you say	I
No flowers to grace our bridal morn	S
No wine No kiss No wedding day	I
I care not Oaths are all forsworn	S
And when I clasp'd thy hand so white	Q
I meant to curse thee girl to night	Q
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XI	I
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And so I shall Oh doubt not that	W
At stroke of twelve I'll curse thee twice	I
When screams the owl when swoops the bat	W
When ghosts are out I'll curse thee thrice	I
And thou shalt hear Aye by my troth	X
One song will suit the souls of both	X
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XII	I
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I curse thy face I curse thy hair	L
I curse thy lips that smile so well	Y
Thy life thy love and my despair	L
My loveless couch thy wedding bell	Y
My soul and thine Ah see though black	Z
I take one half my curses back	Z
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XIII	I
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For thou and I were form'd for hate	P
For love for scorn no matter what	A2
I am thy Fere and thou my Fate	P
And fire and flood shall harm us not	B2
Thou shalt be kill'd and hid from ken	C2
And fiends will sing thy requiem then	C2
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XIV	I
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Yet think not Death will serve thy stead	D2
I'll find thy grave though wall'd in stone	E2
I'll move thy mould to make my bed	D2
And lie with thee long hours alone	E2
Long lifeless hours Ah God how free	I
How pale how cold thy lips will be	I
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XV	I
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But graves are cells of truth and love	I
And men may talk no treason there	L
A corpse will wear no wedding glove	I
A ghost will make no sign in air	L
But ghosts can pray Well let them kneel	C
They too must loathe the love they feel	C
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XVI	I
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Ah me to sleep and yet to wake	F2
To live so long and yet to die	I
To sing sad songs for Sylvia's sake	F2
And yet no peace to gain thereby	I
What have I done What left unsaid	D2
Nay I will count my tears instead	D2
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XVII	I
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Here is a word of wild design	G2
Here is a threat 'twas meant to warn	S
Here is a fierce and freezing line	G2
As hot as hate as cold as scorn	S
Ah friend forgive forbear my rhymes	I
But pray for me sweet soul sometimes	I
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XVIII	I
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Had I a curse to spare to day	I
Which I have not I'd use it now	I
I'd curse my hair to turn it gray	I
I'd teach my back to bend and bow	I
I'd make myself so old and thin	H2
That I should seem too sad to sin	H2
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XIX	I
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And then we'd meet we two at night	Q
And I should know what saints have known	E2
Thou would'st not tremble dear for fright	Q
Or shriek to meet me there alone	E2
I should not then be spurned for this	I
Or want a smile or need a kiss	I
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XX	I
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I should not then be fierce as fire	L
Or mad as sin or sharp as knife	I
My heart would throb with no desire	L
For care would cool the flush of life	I
And I should love thee spotless one	R
As pilgrims love some holy nun	R
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XXI	I
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Ah queen like creature smile on me	I
Be kind be good I lov'd thee much	I2
I thank thee see on bended knee	I
I seek salvation in thy touch	I2
And when I sleep I watch thee come	J2
And both are wild and one is dumb	J2
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XXII	I
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I draw thee ghost like to my heart	D
I kiss thy lips and call thee mine	G2
Of thy sweet soul I form a part	D
And my poor soul is part of thine	G2
Ah kill me kiss me curse me Thou	I
But let me be thy servant now	I
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XXIII	I
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What did I curse thy golden hair	L
Well then the sun will set at noon	K2
The face that keeps the world so fair	L
Is thine not his he darkens soon	K2
Thy smile awakes the bird of dawn	L2
And day departs when thou art gone	L2
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XXIV	I
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Oh had I groves in some sweet star	L
That shines in Heaven the whole night through	V
A steed with wings a golden car	L
A something wild and strange and true	V
A fairy's wand an angel's crown	M2
I'd merge them all in thy renown	M2
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XXV	I
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I'd give thee queens to wait on thee	I
And kings to kneel to thee in prayer	L
And seraph boys by land and sea	I
To do thy bidding earth and air	L
To pay thee homage all the flowers	I
And all the nymphs in all the bowers	I
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XXVI	I
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And this our love should last for aye	I
And we should live these thousand years	I
We'd meet in Mars on Christmas Day	I
And make the tour of all the spheres	I
We'd do strange things Sweet stars would shine	G2
And Death would spare my love and thine	G2
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XXVII	I
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But these are dreams and dreams are vain	N2
Mine most of all so heed them not	B2
Brave thoughts will die though men complain	N2
And mine was bold 'Tis now forgot	B2
Well let me bless thee ere I sleep	O2
And give thee all my joys to keep	O2
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XXVIII	I
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I bless the house where thou wast born	S
I bless the hours of every night	Q
And every hour from flush of morn	S
Till death of day for thy delight	Q
I bless the sunbeams as they shine	G2
So like those golden locks of thine	G2
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XXIX	I
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I bless thy lips thy lustrous eyes	I
Thy face thy feet thy forehead fair	L
The light that shines in summer skies	I
In garden walks when thou art there	L
And all the grass beneath thy feet	H
And all the songs thou singest Sweet	H
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XXX	I
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But blessing thus ah woe's the day	I
I know what tears I shall not shed	D2
What flowers will bloom and bright as they	I
What bells will ring when I am dead	D2
Ah kill me kiss me curse me Thou	I
But let me be thy minstrel now	I