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CANZONET.
Kiss me, fair love, whose kiss fond lips delighteth:Where you do kiss no blistering sorrow biteth;
And kissing smile; for in your sunlike smiling
Is such a radiance of divine beguiling
Doth make the earth a garden of fine blisses
Perfumed with flowery odours of your kisses.
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