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That the Night Come
| She lived in storm and strife, | | Her soul had such desire | | For what proud death may bring | | That it could not
endure | | The common good of life, | | But lived as ’twere a king | | That packed his marriage day | | With banneret
and pennon, | | Trumpet and kettledrum, | | And the outrageous cannon, | | To bundle time away | | That the night
come. |
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By PanEris
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