Let it be untrue to you
Who hath chose with every clue,
Behind to stay, to shun the new.
If my words be so dry,
Lay ye down for sleep is nigh.
I will not be one inch sly
To say the truth; I will not lie.
If my person is disturbing,
Increase thy sorrows now to mourning
For I shall be who I’m becoming;
Time will tell – so will the morning.
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