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What ever story of their crueltie,
Or Naile, or Thorne, or Speare have writ in Thee,
Are in another sence
Still legible;
Sweet is the difference:
Once I did spell
Every red letter
A wound of thine,
Now, (what is better)
Balsome for mine.
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