Poems by Christopher Marlowe

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It lies not in our power to love or hate,
1 On Hellespont, guilty of true love's blood,
Black is the beauty of the brightest day,
Was this the face that launch'd a thousand ships,
Come live with me, and be my love,
It lies not in our power to love or hate,

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