Can you deny that my whisper
This day flies through your head
Or do you claim thyself madness dear
With my words so often said
That they might take hold
As you once held tight upon my breast
Or do they belie thy own strong eye
And you wonder now of my death
For no doubt I am about you always
Tis the witching of my ways
That I might feel your sufferage
And bond it with my gaze
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