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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
And run upon the sea
For seas and lands shall not divide us
My love and me.
Now wind of your good courtesy
I pray you go
And come into her little garden
And sing at her window
Singing The bridal wind is blowing
For Love is at his noon
And soon will your true love be with you
Soon O soon..

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