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When I think about your pretty being,
You appear before me in naked day,
Your face reflects your age is fleeing,
We can’t shun more cruel time sway.
One day I fly to heaven but remain,
My loves with love my last love breath,
Do God bless my love be free of pain,
How much I love you proves my death.
When I die O lady come on my grave,
Talk to my poor soul in a jovial mood,
Your sweet memory in my brain I save,
Death is nothing but life-play interlude.
Love never dies it does belong to soul
Our soul flies up our dust goes to hole.
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