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[Thou slepest ffast; and I with wofull hart]
Thou slepest ffast; and I with wofull hartStand here alone, syghing, and cannot ffleye.
Thou slepyst ffast, when crewell love his darte
On me dothe cast, Alas! so paynefullye.
Thou slepyst fast, and I all ffull of smart
To the my fo in vayn do call and crye.
And yet, methinkes, thou that slepyst ffast,
Thou dremyst styll whiche way my lyf to wast.
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