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Witchcraft by a picture. |
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I fixe mine eye on thine, and there |
Pitty my picture burning in thine eye, |
My picture drown'd in a transparent teare, |
When I looke lower I espie, |
Hadst thou the wicked skill |
By pictures made and mard, to kill? |
How many wayes mightst thou performe thy will? |
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But now I have drunke thy sweet salt teares, |
And though thou poure more I'll depart; |
My picture vanish'd, vanish feares, |
That I can be endamag'd by that art; |
Though thou retaine of mee |
One picture more, yet that will bee, |
Being in thine owne heart, from all malice free.
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[CW: Come] |
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