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How she first made me beautiful promises (from Defense of Love)

How she first made me beautiful promises
And then grew cruel, I now know.
That Love did not deceive or mock me
In that woe, would I might understand it!
     But she meant to make clear
     And reveal to me
How reason illuminates the entire abyss of Love.

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