Is there no bright reversion in the sky for those who greatly think or bravely die? I love my love that loveth her, and anew her being moulds. Destitute, desolate, demolished, demons inside. No cord nor cable can so forcibly draw, or hold so fast, as love can do with a twined thread. This lass so neat, with smile so sweet, has won my right good will. Heaven becomes drowsy in its harmony.
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