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"The Phoenix riddle hath more wit By us, we two being one, are it. So to one neutral thing both sexes fit, We die and rise the same, and prove Mysterious by this love."
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Source: John Donne, Theodore Redpath (2009). “The Songs and Sonets of John Donne”, p.238, Harvard University Press
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