Oh, here Will I set up my everlasting rest
And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars
From this world-wearied flesh.
Eyes look your last. Arms, take your last embrace.
And lips,O you The doors of breath seal with a righteous kiss
A dateless bargain to engrossing death.
And shake the yoke of inauspicious stars
From this world-wearied flesh.
Eyes look your last. Arms, take your last embrace.
And lips,O you The doors of breath seal with a righteous kiss
A dateless bargain to engrossing death.
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