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Douce dame jolie

O sweet and lovely lady,
For God's sake don't think maybe
That any love has swayed me
And my heart, but you alone.

For honestly and bravely
I've greatly
Adored you as you shone;
And thinking of you chastely,
Not basely,
I've lived my life alone.

Alas, I beg you lamely
For hope, relief, and safety;
Without your love to save me,
All my joy from me has flown.

And since no cure can aid me,
Though gravely
I'm wounded to the bone,
Sweet enemy who daily
And gaily
Delights in every moan,

I beg you in my frailty
Whom no attention paid me,
To end my life humanely,
For too long this pain I've known.

O sweet and lovely lady,
For God's sake don't think maybe
That any love has swayed me
And my heart, but you alone.
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