Have I such power to stand beside you,
No, no; methink no bother about you.
Oh mistress, I, why repent for you
Though it is certain that I not for you.
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Truly say I had had a guilt
You yet say not your but my fault,
Everyone questions my guilty eyes,
While you must blame on blue skies.
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Poor! poor lover!
Where art thou, in mine tempest
Perhaps thou in mid-desert
Or under the wooly blanket,
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Whatever may be you
Only consider as human,
Only with two hands,
Not more than one face.
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If I were a tool,
You indeed tool-maker.
While mother is creator
You indeed my inventor.
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