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If I may have it when it's dead / I will contented be; / If just as soon as breath is out / It shall belong to me,
Until they lock it in the grave, / 'T is bliss I cannot weigh, / For though they lock thee in the grave, / Myself can hold the key.
Think of it, lover! I and thee / Permitted face to face to be; / After a life, a death we'll say, -- / For death was that, and this is thee.