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the graves a fine and private place, but none, I think, do there embrace. now therefore, while the youthful hue sits on thy skin like morning dew, and while thy willing soul transpires at every pore with instant fires, now let us sport us while we may, and now, like amorous birds of prey, rather at once our time devour than languish in his slowchapped power. to his coy mistress by andrew marvell movie: carmilla, 2019 music: bobby krlic gassed