Thrice happy roses, so much grac’d to have
Within the ***** of my love your grave.
Die when ye will, your sepulchre is known,
Your grave her ***** is, the lawn the stone.
Within the ***** of my love your grave.
Die when ye will, your sepulchre is known,
Your grave her ***** is, the lawn the stone.
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