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I would in that sweet bosom be O sweet it i

I would in that sweet bosom be
O sweet it is and fair it is!
Where no rude wind might visit me.
Because of sad austerities
I......

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I hear an army charging upon the land And t

I hear an army charging upon the land
And the thunder of horses plunging foam about their knees
Arrogant in black armour behind them ......

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He who hath glory lost nor hath Found any s

He who hath glory lost nor hath
Found any soul to fellow his
Among his foes in scorn and wrath
Holding to ancient nobleness

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Go seek her out all courteously And say I c

Go seek her out all courteously
And say I come
Wind of spices whose song is ever
Epithalamium.
O hurry over the dark lands ......

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Gentle lady do not sing Sad songs about the

Gentle lady do not sing
Sad songs about the end of love
Lay aside sadness and sing
How love that passes is enough.
Sing abou......

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