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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.