Prisoners
Dainty fine bird, that art encagid there,
Alas, how like thine and my fortunes are.
Both prisoners be, and both singing thus
Strive to please her, that hath imprisoned us.
Only thus we differ, thou and I,
Thou liv'st singing, but I sing and die.
Alas, how like thine and my fortunes are.
Both prisoners be, and both singing thus
Strive to please her, that hath imprisoned us.
Only thus we differ, thou and I,
Thou liv'st singing, but I sing and die.
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