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Epipsychidion
I pray thee that thou blot from this sad song
All of its much mortality and wrong，
With those clear drops， which start like sacred dew
From the twin lights thy sweet soul darkens through，
Weeping， till sorrow becomes ecstasy：
Then smile on it， so that it may not die。
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