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You turn away your lovely face, it is my grief,
My eyes lose sight and hearing functions fail
Let me know the cause of turning face in brief,
Again in my dreams my poor heart you, hail.
I see in the cunning eyes my own reflection,
Sitting sad in your arms head on your breast,
But something in heart reveals kissing action,
Leave me not yea; I love your canker guest,
If I lose you O Lady, I lose all what I gain,
In love labor and with it my love wish dies,
Your reason fails passions control your brain,
In new love echoes you listen not to my cry.
The second love kills the first ah! Joys no more,
Leave the second love come to the first I implore,
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