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Your coral breast soft than a rose,
Therefore your fans write your praise,
But I write your faults my love I suppose,
First you promise breaker when I gaze.
Your face pretty but your thinking is ill,
Words suit not your tongue pretty think,
Telling the truth I compelled by the will,
After this my words in your memory sink.
Neither loves you I nor thinks me more,
You think your face beauty is evergreen,
Forget me soon O fair I leave the shore,
My traitor friend you have always been.
Come on my funeral O fair you will feel,
After me your ruin I have packed the seal.
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