"Oh, here will I set up my everlasting rest,
and shake the yoke of inauspicious stars
from this world-wearied flesh.
Eyes, look your last.
Arms, take your last embrace.
And, lips, Oh you the doors of breath,
seal with a righteous kiss a dateless bargain to engrossing death."
and shake the yoke of inauspicious stars
from this world-wearied flesh.
Eyes, look your last.
Arms, take your last embrace.
And, lips, Oh you the doors of breath,
seal with a righteous kiss a dateless bargain to engrossing death."
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