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Series : Who do you worship?

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As the perfumed tincture of the roses, Hang on such thorns, and play wantonly Whe the summer's breath their masked buds disclose (Sonnet LiV)

As the perfumed tincture of the roses, Hang on such thorns, and play wantonly Whe the summer's breath their masked buds disclose (Sonnet LiV)

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