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ffs at lover
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ll attempt
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r me, 'ti
all Endeav
re, my hea
careth wh
me, have op
trance for
spoken, m
tures' goo
doth ten
Eye that
, Love's dee
ng Look,
ommon Sense
y to Pit
owing, di
s and Looks
Pity I ma
hope of m
etter ca
e that thi
, may be
ho have wo
ght, have b
oom admi
Muse! to
nothing el
m me from
t enchantme
u Love, Li