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So wild winds weep |
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and the night is so cold |
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come-hither sleep |
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let my griefs enfold thee |
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morning peeps |
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over the eastern steeps |
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and the rustling birds of dawn |
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the earth they do scorn |
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to the vault |
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of paved heaven |
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with sorrow fraught |
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my notes are driven |
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they strike the ear of night |
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make weak the eyes of day |
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[they make mad the roaring winds |
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and with the tempests play] |
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like a fiend in a cloud |
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with howling woe |
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after night i do crowd |
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and with night i will go |
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turn my back to the east |
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from whence comforts have increased |
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light doth seize my brain |
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with frantic pain |
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to the vault |
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of paved heaven |
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with sorrow fraught |
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my notes are driven |
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they strike the ear of night |
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make weak the eyes of day |
