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Love not me for comely grace, For my pleasing eye or face; Nor for any outward part, No, nor for a constant heart: For these may fail or turn to ill, So thou and I shall sever. keep, therefore, a true woman's eye, And love me still, but know not why; So hast thou the same reason still To doat upon me ever. |
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