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Ay, it is fitting on this holiday,
They flee from me that sometime did me seek
A beaten and a baffled man,
O God, O Venus, O Mercury, patron of thieves,
To what purpose, April, do you return again?
I am BR-NS-N, Nature's laws
This night while sleepe begins with heauy wings
I was angry with my friend.