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Sweetest of
sweets, I thank you: when displeasure
Did through my
body wound my mind,
You took me thence, and in your
house of pleasure
A dainty lodging me assigned.
Now I in you without a body move,
Rising and falling
with your wings:
We both together sweetly live and
love,
Yet say sometimes, "God help poor Kings".
Comfort, I'll die; for if you post from me
Sure I
shall do so, and much more:
But if I travel in your
company,
You know the way to heaven's door.
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