call me shakespeare.

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"  i loveth thee
   prithee careth f'r me too:
   swallow thy loveth like the finest of tea
   passion liketh fireth, skin of the palest hue
   and though i couldst nev'r compareth
   to has't thy affection is the greatest gift
   all of thee, i cant help but wanteth
   hath left without thee, mine own heart floats adrift:
   alloweth me holdeth thee tight
   f'r im selfish and misseth thee so
   loving thee all through the night
   w'rds sent to thy window, those gents do glow
        to wasteth affections on anyone but thee seemeth a b're
        with thy loveth my dear mine heart couldnt wanteth aught m're"

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