Oh ye I kneweth not
Thee I know and loveth now with great passion
Strange is my burning love for thee
I prithee, whence cometh thee
And wherein doth thee resideth?
Immortality I seeth in blurry vision
For ye hath existed from creation
And creation within thee
For in everything ye resideth flourishes
In my unknowingness I write
In 16th century Shakespearean grammar
Oh ye I kneweth not
Within thee my survival liveth on
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