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Arise, Fair Moon, And Kill The Envious
Who Are Already Sick And Pale With Grief
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The Brightness Of Her Cheek Doth Shame Those Stars
As Daylight Does A Lamp
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Oh, That I Were A Glove Upon That Hand
That I Might Touch That Cheek
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