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Grandpa Pencil's William Shakespeare Venus and Adonis 62 |
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Once more the engine of her thoughts began:
' fairest mover on this mortal round,
Would thou wert as I am, and I a man,
My heart all whole as thine, thy heart my wound;
For one sweet look thy help I would assure thee,
Though nothing but my body's bane would cure thee.'
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