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[6] And David’s Lips are lock’t; but in divine

And David’s Lips are lock’t; but in divine
High piping Pehlevi, with “Wine! Wine! Wine!
     “Red Wine!” — the Nightingale cries to the Rose
That yellow Cheek of hers to incarnadine.

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