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My Love in her attire doth show her wit, ���It doth so well become her; For every season she hath dressings fit, ���For Winter, Spring, and Summer. ������No beauty she doth miss ���������When all her robes are on: ������But Beauty's self she is ���������When all her robes are gone. |
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