S.Diane.L.
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Chapter FiveA Chapter by S.Diane.L.Chapter Five No more be grieved atthat which thou hast done: Roses have thorns, and silver fountains mud: Clouds and eclipses stain bot.. |
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Chapter SixA Chapter by S.Diane.L.Chapter Six Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore, So do our minutes hasten to their end; Each changing plac.. |
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Chapter SevenA Chapter by S.Diane.L.Chapter Seven Not from the stars do I my judgement pluck; And yet methinks I have Astronomy, But not to tell of good or evil lu.. |
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