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When sunne doth bring the day
From the Hesperian sea,
Or moone her coach doth rolle
Aboue the northerne pole,
When serpents can not hisse,
And louers shall not kisse;
Then may it be, but in no time till then,
That Daphnis can forget his Orienne.
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