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The wind is shut whilst long I give,
And so the voices go astray,
This much I try the more to live,
As much I lay in dark foray,
May ash bear wreaths with utter stay,
Where I go from hither to close,
Bleed a silent weep better lay,
Casts mine eyes deep to he that froze,
At once he stayed to fend his word,
But once I stood in the midst,
Then finally proved his false world.