long hours short

But new, struck two
moon's light shines bright
an if thine eyes doth closeth
dream of me, and I will come sir
of course, bodily not, but of thy breast
of thy lips, I shall speak
of thy eyes, I shall see
of thy breast I shall love
of vanity not, I shall be!





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