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Your love touches my dying memories,
Do forget all sorrows and fall in a fit,
Standing before you yea my soul sees,
A heavenly sight beyond my poor wit
Past days never die all store in brain,
Pondering is the key open and read,
The sweetest days all seem in vain,
The bitter mend blunders if you heed.
If you do O! Fair all days are fine,
Errors correct thinking makes us wise,
I say you the liar that fault was mine,
Something wrong the night cooks cry.
I love you more my poor words expose,
Your love power my mighty finger shows
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