
Oh, here
Will I set up my everlasting rest,
And Shake the yoke of inauspicious stars
From this world- wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last!
Ams, take your last embrace! And lips,oh you
The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss
A dateless bargain to engrossing death!
Will I set up my everlasting rest,
And Shake the yoke of inauspicious stars
From this world- wearied flesh. Eyes, look your last!
Ams, take your last embrace! And lips,oh you
The doors of breath, seal with a righteous kiss
A dateless bargain to engrossing death!
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