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[I lookd & in a moment run]
I lookd & in a moment runThe poison thro' my veins
Nor Celia think your self too young
to give me amorous pains
When heaven did the Sun create
He shone as bright as now
& wth the fires which guild them yet
The infant starrs did glow.
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