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WITH A MIRROR
Carved by a swarthy knave
Close by the Adrian wave
Came I to being.
To me a soul he gave,
In gold he did me lave,
To suit your seeing.
Close by the Adrian wave
Came I to being.
To me a soul he gave,
In gold he did me lave,
To suit your seeing.
Mine is a pleasant life,
Jove bless his flashing knife,
Who wrought my living.
For me nor care nor strife,
Joys in my days are rife,
Joys of your giving.
Jove bless his flashing knife,
Who wrought my living.
For me nor care nor strife,
Joys in my days are rife,
Joys of your giving.
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