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What then is love but mourning? |
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What desire but a self-burning? |
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Till she that hates doth love return |
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Thus I will mourn, thus will I sing, |
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Come away, come away, my darling. |
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Thus I will mourn, thus will I sing, |
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Come away, come away, my darling. |
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Beauty is but a blooming, |
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Youth in his glory entombing; |
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Time hath a while which none can stay, |
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So come away while I thus sing, |
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Come away, come away, my darling. |
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So come away while I thus sing, |
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Come away, come away, my darling. |
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Summer in winter fadeth, |
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Gloomy night heav'nly light shadeth, |
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Like to the morn are Venus' flowers, |
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Such are her hours, then will I sing, |
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Come away, come away, my darling. |
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Such are her hours, then will I sing, |
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Come away, come away, my darling. |
