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Though my estate be poor, my raiment torn,
I am not really sorry I was born,
For God has given me my heart's desire—
Wine, and the Well-Beloved, and the morn.
Like to the intertwisted melody
Of harp and lute shall our true wedding be,
And such a marriage of fair music make
That none shall separate the Thee from Me.
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