Death of a Pet Sparrow
-Mourn, Oh Venus and Cupid,
-and men who are so great among many others!
-My girlfriend's sparrow is dead
-Sparrow, delight of my girl
-whom she loved more than her own eyes,
-For she was sweet as honey,
-it's very own mistress as good as a mother
-It would move about on her lap
-in a circle, first here, then there
-and would only chirp for it's mistress
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