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Your heart is bound tightly, let / Beauty beware, / It is not hers to set / Free from the snare.
Tell her a bleeding hand / Bound it and tied it, / Tell her the knot will stand / Though she deride it;
One who withheld so long / All that you yearned to take, / Has made a snare too strong / For Beauty's self to break.