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Spare me my death, let my soul rest
for thy hands hath feigned haven
while your eye burn as hot hell,
Spare me death, let me feel haven.
Tell me not the lie
that hath made some yours,
The deceiver you
are, spare me my choice.
For thy hands hath feigned haven,
Pls spare me my death.
While your eye burn as hot hell
Pls spare me my death.
“words from the innocent mind”
Philip Peace
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