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Farewell, dear love, since thou
wilt needs be gone;
Mine eyes do show my life is almost gone.
Nay! I will never die so long as I can spy.
There be many more Though that she do go,
There be many more I fear not,
Why, then, let her go: I care not!
Farewell, farewell! since this I find is true;
I will not spend more time in wooing you,
But I will seek elsewhere If I may find her there.
Shall I bid her go? What and if I do?
Shall I bid her go, and spare not?
O, no, no, no, no, no, I dare not.
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