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- THAT THE NIGHT COME
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- 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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