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Bitter-Sweet
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Ah, my dear, angry Lord, Since Thou dost love, yet strike, Cast down, and yet Thy help afford, Sure I will do the like. |
I will complain, yet praise, Bewail, and yet approve, And all my mournful, joyful days I will lament, and love. |
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