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Grandpa Pencil's William Shakespeare Venus and Adonis
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Now which way shall she turn? what shall she say?
Her words are done, her woes the more increasing;
The time is spent, her object will away,
And from her twining arms doth urge releasing:
' Pity,' she cries;' some favour, some remorse!'
Away he springs, and hasteth to his horse.
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