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SAY THE SWEET WORDS.
Say the sweet words, say them soon;
You have said the bitter,—
Changed to tears, by this still moon
You may see them glitter.

Say the sweet words soon, I pray—
Mine is piteous pleading:
Haste to draw the steel away,
Though the wound keep bleeding.