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Section 54
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1Her.
2And in the wood, where often you and I,
3Vpon faint Primrose beds, were wont to lye,
4Emptying our bosomes, of their counsell sweld:
5There my Lysander, and my selfe shall meete,
6And thence from Athens turne away our eyes
7To seeke new friends and strange companions,
8Farwell sweet play‑fellow, pray thou for vs,