Can she excuse my wrongs with Virtue´s cloak?
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Shall I call her good when she proves unkind?
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Are those clear fires which vanish into smoke?
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Must I praise the leaves where no fruit I find?
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No, no, where shadows do for bodies stand
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Thou may´st be abus´d if thy sight be dimmed
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Cold love is like to words written on sand
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Or to bubbles which on the water swim
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Wilt thou be thus abused still
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Seeing that she will right thee never?
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If thou cans´t not o´ercome her will
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Thy love will be thus fruitless ever
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Was I so base, that I might not aspire
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Unto those high joys which she holds from me?
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As they are high, so high is my desire
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If she this deny, what can granted be?
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If she will yield to that which Reason is
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It is Reason´s will that Love should be just
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Dear, make me happy still by granting this
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Or cut off delays if that I die must
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Better a thousand times to die
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Than for to live thus still tormented
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Dear, but remember it was I
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Who for thy sake did die contented
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Better a thousand times to die
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Than for to live thus still tormented
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Dear, but remember it was I
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Who for thy sake did die contented
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Can She Excuse My Wrongs?-Sting & Edin Karamazov
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