come let’s away to prison we two alone will sing like birds i’ the cage when thou dost ask me blessing i’ll kneel down and ask of thee forgiveness so we’ll live
and pray and sing and tell old tales and laugh
at gilded butterflies and hear poor rogues
talk of court news and we’ll talk with them too
who loses and who wins who’s in who’s out
and take upon’s the mystery of things
as if we were God’s spies and we’ll wear out
in a walled prison packs and sets of great ones
that ebb and flow by the moon.
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