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II.
[Thou prety Bird how doe I see]
Thou prety Bird how doe I see,Thy silly state and mine agree:
For thou a prisoner art,
So is my hart.
Thou sing'st to her and so doe I addresse,
My Musicke to her eare that's mercilesse:
But heerein doth the difference lie,
That thou art grac'd so am not I,
Thou singing liu'st, and I must singing die.
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