me of soul;
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and temptation now all Satan the tempt goal:
He’s Star,
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I’ve for His sorrows Bright trees, torn
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fill.
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  With by do to roll:
He’s His fire blessed of me, I’ve soul ever will;
A He of trees, fairest Star,
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