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Unquiet thoughts, your civil slaughter stintAnd wrap your wrongs within a pensive heart.And you my tongue that makes my mouth a mint,And stamps my thoughts to coin them words by art.But what can stay my thoughts they may not startOr put my tongue in dura-ance for to die.When as these the keys of mouth and heart,Open the lock where all my love doth lie.How shall I then gaze on my mistress eyes?My thought must have some vent: else my heart will break.My tongue would rust as in my mouth it lies.If eyes and thoughts were free and that not speak. Aus Songtexte Mania