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Go, crystal tears John Dowland

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Haste, rest- less sighs, and

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to the - morn- ing show'rs, And sweet- ly weep
let your - burn- ing breath Dis- solve the ice

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And as the dews re- vive the droop- ing
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First book of ayres (1597), #9. Encoded and edited by Sarge Gerbode.
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flow'rs, So let your drops of pi- ty be add- ress'd,
Death, Feels ne- ver an- y touch of my de- sert,
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sert, Which sleeps too sound whilst


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I from her de- part, part.


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