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Love not me for comely grace,
For my pleasing eye or face,
Nor for any outward part:
No, nor for a constant !
For these may fail or turn to ill:
Should and I sever.
Keep, therefore, a true woman's eye,
And love me still, but know not why!
So hast the same reason still
To dote upon me ever.
For my pleasing eye or face,
Nor for any outward part:
No, nor for a constant !
For these may fail or turn to ill:
Should and I sever.
Keep, therefore, a true woman's eye,
And love me still, but know not why!
So hast the same reason still
To dote upon me ever.
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