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| Song |
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| When I dy'd last, (and deare I dye [261] |
| As often as from thee I goe |
| Though it bee an hower agoe |
| (And Louers howers bee full eternity) |
| I can remember yet, that I |
| Somthing did say, and somthing did bestow |
| Though I bee dead, w.ch m*ent mee, I should bee |
| Mine owne Executor and Legacy |
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| I heard mee say, Tell her anon |
| That my selfe (that is, you, not I) |
| Did kill mee, and when I felt mee dye |
| I bidd mee send my hart when I was gon |
| But alas I could there find none |
| When I had rippd, and searchd where hearts should \lye |
| It killd mee agayne, that I, who still was true |
| In life, in my last will should cozen yo.u. |
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| Yet I found something like a hart |
| But colours it, and Corners had |
| It was not good, it was not badd |
| It was entire to none, and few had part. |
| As good as could bee made by Art |
| It seemd, and therefore (for our losses sadd) |
| I thought to send that heart instead of mine |
| But, oh, no man could hold it, for t'was thine
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[CW: Hee is___] |