Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Gather ye rosebuds while ye may,
Old Time is still a-flying:
And this same flower that smiles to-day
To-morrow will be dying.
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4 / 7 / 11
"
Sweet I cannot be from you:
ffor all my sense are on you:
And what I thinke it is of you:
That which I seeke it is in you:
All that I doe shall be for you:
Thus all that I am it is you:
"
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