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Thou
'Tis thine to give,
And thine to scorn;
So shalt thou live
And reign and mourn.
And thine to scorn;
So shalt thou live
And reign and mourn.
When all is done
Fate worketh thee no ill,
Leaving thee still
Thy skill,
Thy furious wise will,
And they heart of stone.
Fate worketh thee no ill,
Leaving thee still
Thy skill,
Thy furious wise will,
And they heart of stone.
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