| Softly awakes my heart
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| As the flowers awaken
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| To Aurora’s tender zephyr.
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| But say, O well-beloved,
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| No more I’ll be forsaken.
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| Speak again, O speak forever!
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| O say that from Delilah
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| You never will part!
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| Your burning vows repeat;
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| Vows so dear to my heart.
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| Vows so dear to my heart.
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| Ah! |
| Once again then I implore thee!
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| Ah! |
| Once again then say you adore me!
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| Ah! |
| I implore thee, see! |
| I implore thee!
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| Ah! |
| Once again then say you adore me!
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| Even as to whispering winds
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| Sways the waving grain,
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| To and fro, so gently moving:
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| So sways my trembling heart
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| Consoling all its pain,
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| To thy voice, so dear, so loving!
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| The arrow in its flight
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| Is not swifter than I,
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| When, leaving all behind,
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| To your arms I fly!
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| To your arms I fly!
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| Ah! |
| Once again then I implore thee!
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| Ah! |
| Once again then say you adore me!
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| Ah! |
| I implore thee, see! |
| I implore thee!
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| Ah! |
| Once again then say you adore me!
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| Samson, Samson, I love thee! |