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Tis sorrow bound for the morrow, 
Be these hearts vexed with desire?
Hath lips been lustily whispering secrets so dire?
Where be angels guarding over our gates?
Shall we resign our souls to this fate?

Hastily sewn with truths lay demons desire. 
Listing pleasures, sins man hath many. 
Here prays solemn soul, 
Be not those souls sold? 

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