| One auspicious, one dropping eye
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| With mirth in funeral and with dirge in birth
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| In equal scale weighing delight and dole
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| Could it came with you?
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| Hidden in your head, intoxicating
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| Nor have you herein barred our better wisdom,
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| Which have freely gone with this affair
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| How could we be so blind?
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| Could I keep my faith?
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| A fault to the dead, a fault against nature
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| Ministers of the plague making night hideous
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| They should swallow us all
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| Could it came with us?
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| I doubt some foul play
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| No it cannot be
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| Peevish opposition
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| Why should we take it to heart?
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| Do we fall in madness?
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| Dead middle of the night
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| We need you to stay sane
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| It is all in your mind |