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[My true Love hathe my harte, and I have his]
My true Love hathe my harte, and I have his,By just exchaunge one for the other given,
I holde his deare, and myne hee can not misse,
There never was a better Bargayne driven.
His harte in mee keepes mee and hym in one,
My hart in hym his Thoughtes and sences guydes,
Hee Loves my Harte, for once yt was his owne,
I Cherish his, bycause in mee yt bydes.
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My harte was wounded wth his wounded hart,
For, as from mee on hym his hurt did lighte,
So still mee thoughte in mee his hurt did smarte:
Bothe equall hurte in this Chaunge soughte oure Bliss:
My true Love hathe my harte and I have his.
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