Arranged Unity
If me be true,
And thine be lie,
Though'st encounter thy thought of death.
Therefore lying shall be nye.
With thy sins beholden,
Across thy place.
A payment be made,
With a promise of haste.
Canceling thine request of love,
By unity in thy next sun.
For one can not love another,
In a day that is only one.
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