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A DIALOGUE between a Passenger, and a Turtle-Dove.
From Mr. Pays.
Passen.
Why, Pretty Turtle, dost thou mourn
Within this shady Grove?
Within this shady Grove?
Dove.
I've lost, alas! my Faithful Mate,
The Partner of my Love.
The Partner of my Love.
Passen.
An't you afraid the Fowler's Hand
Your Blood, like hers, should spill.
Your Blood, like hers, should spill.
Dove.
Oh! no: For if he kills me not,
Incessant Sorrow will.
Incessant Sorrow will.
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