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New sister of all women, none of mine,
Who would be more to you than brothers may,
Let this best birthday be your bridal day
Of heart and troth, whereto our lips shall sign.
What, ere the Gipsy came, did you divine?
Ah, little witch, to guess long months away
That, of my soul, Love had some word to say
Which you would hear of! Well your eyes might shine!
Who would be more to you than brothers may,
Let this best birthday be your bridal day
Of heart and troth, whereto our lips shall sign.
What, ere the Gipsy came, did you divine?
Ah, little witch, to guess long months away
That, of my soul, Love had some word to say
Which you would hear of! Well your eyes might shine!
And now in turn you shall my fortune tell.
Sweet love, whose head such myriad fancies share,
You know the divination of the well,
And how the loved face at a lover's prayer
Shines upward? In mine eyes essay the spell,
For I must love the face that mirrors there!
Sweet love, whose head such myriad fancies share,
You know the divination of the well,
And how the loved face at a lover's prayer
Shines upward? In mine eyes essay the spell,
For I must love the face that mirrors there!
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