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Meet me beneath the olive-tre I'th'garden of Gethsemane Quhair Jesus pray'd.  Pray thou with me. Twa corbies mak an hairie nest Within the gardens wooden brest. The Sunne is running tow'rd the west. From off the tre the fruict doth fall Upon the firm fixt flatten'd ball Of wormwood Earth whose seas are gall.
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Jun 3, 2024
Jun 3, 2024 at 5:45 PM UTC
Olives
Meet me beneath the olive-tre I'th'garden of Gethsemane Quhair Jesus pray'd.  Pray thou with me. Twa corbies mak an hairie nest Within the gardens wooden brest. The Sunne is running tow'rd the west. From off the tre the fruict doth fall Upon the firm fixt flatten'd ball Of wormwood Earth whose seas are gall.
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Jun 3, 2024
Jun 3, 2024 at 5:45 PM UTC
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