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Neglect me, lose me |
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only give me leave, |
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unworthy as I am |
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to follow Your grief |
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Therefore the moon, |
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the governess of floods, |
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pale in her anger |
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washes all the air |
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Fall in the fresh lap |
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of the crimson rose |
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The human mortals want |
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their winter cheer |
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Love takes the meaning |
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in love's conference |
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So that but one heart |
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we can make of it |
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The stary welking |
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covers You anon |
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with dropping fog |
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as black as acheron |
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Thorny anger, be not seen, |
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come not near our fairy-queen |
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For night's swift dragons |
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cut the clouds |
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I tary for the comfort of the day |
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Fair love, I see, I forgot our way |
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Stand still, You ever moving spheres, |
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in misery noone will here |
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And they shoot chillness to my heart |
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I can't break the midnight sigh |
