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took the necessary way to love, I did some things of little profit, little note and little worth, as notice to your solvency made flesh,
and things to come. I knew that I would profit well, but not yet how, from your impression lent, now you were not nothing anymore.
And I surprised you at first sight in Summer’s matching Snap, with liquid coin, which was our fortune: to weep, recognising wonder.
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