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To pilgrim where no saints have trod
And cast thee hence from the site of God
Better to never have known such bliss
Or tongued raptures purgatory kiss
Oh empty heaven without the face
Nay is one could take thy place
Oh my eyes please have their fill of thee
My body given to the will of thee
Let the thunder sound the call
Strike down Cupid's lighting with lethal fall
Till one by one it takes us all
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