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Another.
[Thou bidst me come; I cannot come; for why]
Thou bidst me come; I cannot come; for why,Thou dwel'st aloft, and I want wings to flie.
To mount my Soule, she must have pineons given;
For, 'tis no easie way from Earth to Heaven.
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