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prize
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you
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did
my
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thoughts
my
brain
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their
tomb
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me
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cannot
boast
I

sick
any
from
thence
But
your
countenance
up
his
line
Then
I
that
enfeebled
mine

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WAS
IT
THE
PROUD
FULL
SAIL
HIS
BOUND
FOR
THE
PRIZE
OF
TOO
PRECIOUS
YOU
THAT

DID
MY
RIPE
THOUGHTS
MY
BRAIN
INHEARSE
THEIR
TOMB
THE
THEY
GREW
WAS
HIS
SPIRITS
TAUGHT

WRITE
ABOVE
A
MORTAL
PITCH
THAT
STRUCK
ME
NO
HE
NOR
HIS
COMPEERS
BY
NIGHT
HIM

AID
MY
ASTONISHED
HE
NOR
THAT
WHICH
NIGHTLY
HIM
WITH
AS
OF
MY
CANNOT
BOAST
I

SICK
ANY
FROM
THENCE
BUT
YOUR
COUNTENANCE
UP
HIS
LINE
THEN
I
THAT
ENFEEBLED
MINE

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