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There is a lady sweet and kind

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Love is a bable

Ian Partridge

There was a wyly ladde

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When Laura smiles

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What then is love but mourning?

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All looks be pale

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Jacke and Jone

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Thrice tosse these oaken ashes

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Of all the birds

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Rest, sweet nymphs

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It was a lover and his lass

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Thyris and Milla

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Come, sorrow, come

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The lowest trees have tops

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Unquiet thoughts

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Can she excuse my wrongs?

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Love those beams

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Wilt thou, unkind, thus reave me?

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In darkness let me dwell

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