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In no one else's dream but yours,
I will be the old lady
wearing a white straw hat
with a red satin bow
who says Thank you
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Having loved me when I was young
and now when I am not,
you are twice blessed
for giving
a rich person a gift
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Looking to the Heaven, that bends above you,How oft! I bless the Lot that made me love you
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Bid me despair and I'll despair,
Under that cypress tree;
Or bid me die, and I will dare
E'en death, to die for thee
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Bid me to weep, and I will weep,
While I have eyes to see;
And, having none, yet I will keep
A heart to weep for thee
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A heart as soft, a heart as kind,
A heart as sound and free,
As in the whole world thou canst find,
That heart I'll give to thee
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The wondrous moment of our meeting . . .I well remember you appear,Before me like a vision fleeting, A beauty's angel pure and clear
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Then while we live, in love let's so persevere,
That when we live no more, we may live ever
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Thy love is such I can no way repay,
The heavens reward thee manifold I pray
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My love is such that rivers cannot quench,Nor ought but love from thee, give recompence
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If ever two were one, then surely we.If ever man were lov'd by wife, then thee;
If ever wife was happy in a man,Compare with me ye women if you can
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Cum away,cum,sweet love,Dont in vain adorn,Beauty's grace that should rise
Like to the naked morn:Lilies on the river's side,And fair Cyprian flowers new blown
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Playing,staying in the grove,To entertain the stealth of love,Thither,sweet love,let us hie,
Flying,dying,in desire,Wing'd with sweet hopes and heav'nly fire
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Come away, come, sweet love,
The golden morning wastes,
While the sun from his sphere
His fiery arrows casts
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Teach thine arms then to embrace,
And sweet rosy lips to kiss,
And mix our souls in mutual bliss.
Eyes were made for beauty's grace
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Come away, come, sweet love,
The golden morning breaks,
All the earth, all the air
Of love and pleasure speaks
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I pray thee, leave, love me no more,
Call home the heart you gave me!
I but in vain that saint adore
That can but will not save me
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U mould my Hopes,U fashion me within;N to the leading Luv-throb in the Heart, Thro'all my Being, thro' my pulse's beat;U lie in all my many Thoughts, like Light,
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'I'll love you till the ocean, Is folded and hung up to dry, And the seven stars go squawking, Like geese about the sky
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'I'll love you, dear, I'll love you, Till China and Africa meet,And the river jumps over the mountain,And the salmon sing in the street
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