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Holy Sonnet ?

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Thou hast made me, and shall thy work decay?
Repair me now, for now mine end doth haste,
I run to death, and death meets me as fast,
And all my pleasures are like yesterday;
I dare not move my dim eyes any way,
Despair behind, and death before doth cast
Such terror, and my feebled flesh doth waste
By sin in it, which it t'wards hell doth weigh.
Only thou art above, and when towards thee
By thy leave I can look, I rise again;
But our old subtle foe so tempteth me,
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Manna Macwan 14 December 2017
I like it. It is amazing. It is interesting.
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Subhash Kumar 10 April 2010
if i am found the poem which is neccessary to me then i will feel prod of the side if not then i will feel it is not best for me
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