I am afeard that for deeds done by me,
Or acts amiss, thou'lt judge and turn from thee.
Mine heart dost quail, lest I should lose thy grace,
And wingless be, bereft of thy embrace.
Yet, if the fates dost tear us far apart,
I pray thee hold this truth within thy heart:
Mine flaws I bared, mine soul I did reveal,
Do not unmake me; let this wound but heal.
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