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A song, which is Dismas’s:
The King has come.
My beloved knocks on the door.
How am I to show myself
To the comfort of my soul?
My feet are unwashed,
And my shirt’s fake wool,
But still I shall give my best
To my beloved, my groom.
When he enters into our chambers,
He shall find a clean room.
When I enter into the city,
I’ll do as he commands
In every time, place, and land.
I won’t act as if his eyes aren’t on me,
For in spirit he shall always be with me.
And what is his in secret,
Shall always be his.
It is not for others to see
Nor desire what only belongs to he.