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Tis' Love

Louder then thunder, thy heart beats, thy heart race, whenever I see thee; stop crying my fair maid, it displease thy to see thee shed tears, stop please stop, for thy is here to hold your holy hands and body, tis love, tis love, this feeling thy is having, tis love.





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