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A rock there is where, as they say, the ocean dew distills |
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And from its beetling brow, there pours a copious stream |
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For pitchers to be dipped therein |
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Was here I had a friend |
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Washing robes of purple in the trickling stream |
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And she was laying them out to dry |
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On the face of a warm and sunny rock |
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From her I heard the tidings |
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See, here |
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The wretched sufferer comes |
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His youthful flesh and golden hair |
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Have lost their beauty |
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Oh, what pain! |
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What double grief has fallen on these halls |
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And swooped on them |
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From heaven |
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From heaven |
