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 Though my estate be poor, my raiment torn, 

I am not really sorry I was born,

For God has given me my heart's desire— 

Wine, and the Well-Beloved, and the morn.

Like to the intertwisted melody 

Of harp and lute shall our true wedding be, 

And such a marriage of fair music make 

That none shall separate the Thee from Me.