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All winter night sweetie love I engross,
In watching beauty in my hellish vision,
Does pass like the moving sights cross,
Before the eyes your pretty youth region
I see your childhood, youth and old age,
My mind glass shows me all reflections,
With golden faults on the unseen page,
Recorded forever hates and affections
I wonder what I have done before,
Alas! No virtue I see in my book of life,
When I count virtues but sins are more,
So I have wasted my life in love strife.
O love! Life is given once use it better,
Avoid quarrels wealth does not matter.
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