O, let me, true in love, but truly write, and then, believe me, my love is as fair, as any mother's child, though not so bright as those gold candles fixed in heaven's air.
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O, let me, true in love, but truly write, and then, believe me, my love is as fair, as any mother's child, though not so bright as those gold candles fixed in heaven's air.