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my true love from her pillow rose
my soul goes clad in gorgeous things
all my love for my sweet
i know what you're going to say
her face is fair and smooth and fine
i see all human wits
i never knew the earth had so much gold
he speaks not well
the ancient songs
friend, whose smile has come to be
see, from this counterfeit of him
therefore i may not
now while my lips are living

 



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