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Teach her everything but to love,
She already knows yet she canst say;
And I, with thee reach the sky above,
Apart from thee, shadowed be my day.

Thy pinkish lips I shall grace,
Shall write our names upon thy cheeks;
Then happy me, sought thy lovely face,
And happy thee for what I seek.

As words be not enough to draw
How lovely your eyes are, how clean,
My Perfect verse be but a flaw;
No verse shall grace my beauteous queen.

Thou want to save my soul, lost in shades,
I'll sell them dames, and love to thee ne'er fades.

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