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From this day forth to unhold,
to see the nothing in ringed gold,
uncare for you when you are old
New vows you make me swear to keep ~
not ever wake with you, or sleep,
or your body with my own worship;
this living hand slipped from your glove,
these lips sip never from our loving cup,
I may not cherish, kiss; unhave, unlove...
And all my worthless wordly goods to unendow...
And who here present upon whom, I call...
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