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[Friendship]

Sir while I ly within your Arm
I'm safe well pleasd and kindly warm
having my servant at a Call
my Thoughts rise high my soul grows Tal[l]
nor do I ever fear to die
while thus I in your bosom Ly
if ther I ever chance to spew
the same on me you may renew
thus we by mutual Love shall Bind
our selves in one and plesure find
till by the stern comand of death
we shall be forcd to yield our Breath