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Tis without just cause that I return
Into the arms of a former lover For hope has now begun to fail and burn that I would in you forgiveness discover This heart has wretched and torn my soul asunder Sought I my love in arms perfumed in passion Not yours but that of pain as I did murder Our vows once made in god’s holy mansion If you must now turn away in angry tears This first I beg look one last time on me View me naked, wretched before my peers Make fast your exit as I dare not more be A fallen spirit I have become And so must now die a broken man
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