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1420 One Joy of so much anguish Sweet nature has for me I shun it as I do Despair Or dear iniquity— Why Birds, a Summer morning Before the Quick of Day Should stab my ravished spirit With Dirks of Melody Is part of an inquiry That will receive reply When Flesh and Spirit sunder In Death's Immediately— Edited by Peter Carter
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