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+Well, my true love, He dost want me and I don't understand
+For He wants someone perfect and I'm really quite bland
+I cannot endure even the slightest of pain
+But I welcome him in, o'er my heart He must reign
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+Fairwell to old passions, fair well to old self,
+Oe'r the earth I will ramble, as the Baptist himself
+And when I am weary, perhaps I will cry
+And think of my Iesu, for I am his bride
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+Well, I wished I was an angel, had wings and could fly
+Far away to my lover's lodgings tonight I'd drawn nigh