Since with my lady there's no use
In prayers, her pity, or law,
Nor is she pleased at the news
I love her: then I'll say no more,
And so depart and swear it's done!
In prayers, her pity, or law,
Nor is she pleased at the news
I love her: then I'll say no more,
And so depart and swear it's done!
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