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When in death I shall calm recline,

O bear my heart to my mistress dear;

Tell her it lived upon smiles and wine

Of the brightest hue, while it lingered here.

Bid her not shed one tear of sorrow,

To sully a heart so brilliant and light;

But balmy drops of the red grape borrow,

To bathe the relic from morn to night.

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