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Must be a Woe
Must be a Woe
A loss or so
To bend the eye
Best Beauty’s way
But once aslant
It notes Delight
As difficult
As Stalactite
A Common Bliss
Were had for less
The price is
Even as the Grace
Our lord thought no
Extravagance
To pay a Cross
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