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![]() Be his own carver and cut out his way, To find out right with wrong, it may not be. |
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![]() Naught shall go ill; The man shall have his mare again, And all shall be well. |
![]() Without some pleasure now. What sport tonight? |
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![]() Is leaning cheek to cheek? is meeting noses? |
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![]() And make some pretty match with shedding tears? |
![]() Burns under feigned ashes of forged love And will at last break out into a flame. |
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