| Four days will steep themselves in night
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| Four nights will dream away the time
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| Then the moon like to a silver bow
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| New-bent in heaven shall the night behold
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| Earthly happiness
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| Earthly happiness
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| How now, my love, why is your cheek so pale?
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| How chance the roses there do fade so fast
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| For want of rain, which I could very well
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| Bled from the tempest of my eyes at last
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| Come love, let us fly this place
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| Into the wood wher you and I did observe the morning rain
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| Whre upon the green was bent, we did lie
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| over me without
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| Earthly happiness
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| Earthly happiness
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| Earthly happiness
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| Earthly happiness |