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gh0stdot: but all hoods make not monks (IV)
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gh0stdot: but all hoods make not monks (III)
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gh0stdot: pity, you ancient stones, those tender babes
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gh0stdot: now take upon me, in the name of Time, to use my wings
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gh0stdot: to have a love of that colour
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gh0stdot: ...which let thy wiseness fear
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gh0stdot: and are melted into air
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gh0stdot: but then there was a star danced, and under that was I born
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gh0stdot: whatever the ocean pales, or sky inclips, is thine
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gh0stdot: the covering sky is nothing
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gh0stdot: the bringing home of bell and burial
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gh0stdot: the fated sky gives us free scope
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gh0stdot: she did lie in her pavilion–cloth-of-gold of tissue (I)
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gh0stdot: she did lie in her pavilion–cloth-of-gold of tissue (II)
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gh0stdot: yet have I something in me dangerous...
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gh0stdot: or is the adder better than the eel, because his painted skin contents the eye
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gh0stdot: from Cupid's shoulder pluck his painted wings
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gh0stdot: as unrelenting flint to drops of rain
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gh0stdot: since mourning doth thee grace
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gh0stdot: brief as the lightning that unfolds both heaven and earth
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gh0stdot: the old fantastical duke of dark corners
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gh0stdot: then move not, while my prayer's effect I take
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gh0stdot: and that dead saint which then I weeping followed
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gh0stdot: this door is open; she is gone this way.
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gh0stdot: she is as far high-soaring
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gh0stdot: in the wash of a subtle passion
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gh0stdot: More shall they speak; for now I am bent to know
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gh0stdot: should these heavens presently be refused
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gh0stdot: no steel door can close us in
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gh0stdot: light's bridle steers a stately pace