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But Love came by, to quench my sleep,
And here’s my sundered heart;
And bitter’s my woe, and black, and deep,
And little I guessed a part.
Yet this there is to cool my breast,
And this to ease my spell;
Now if I were Love’s, like all the rest,
Then can I be Death’s, as well.
And he shall have me, sworn and bound,
And I’ll be done with Love.
And better I’ll be below the ground
Than ever I’ll be above.
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