| Flow, my tears, fall from your springs!
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| Exiled for ever, let me mourn;
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| Where night’s black bird her sad infamy sings,
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| There let me live forlorn.
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| Down vain lights, shine you no more!
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| No nights are dark enough for those
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| That in despair their lost fortunes deplore.
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| Light doth but shame disclose.
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| Never may my woes be relieved,
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| Since pity is fled;
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| And tears and sighs and groans my weary days
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| Of all joys have deprived.
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| From the highest spire of contentment
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| My fortune is thrown;
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| And fear and grief and pain for my deserts
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| Are my hopes, since hope is gone.
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| Hark! |
| you shadows that in darkness dwell,
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| Learn to contemn light
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| Happy, happy they that in hell
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| Feel not the world’s despite. |