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        Take O take those lips away

        That so sweetly were forsworn,

        And those eyes, the break of day,

        Lights that do mislead the morn:

        But my kisses bring again,

                  Bring again—

        Seals of love, but seal'd in vain,

                  Seal'd in vain!