That I may see thee or myn herte colde,
And or I passe out of my dayes olde,
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Tofore singing evermore utterly—
'Your eyën two wol slee me sodainly.'
For love I langour, blissed be such seknesse,
Sith it is for you, my hertely suffisaunce;
I can not elles saye, in my distresse,
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So fair oon hath myn herte in governaunce;