| O Love, my love, and perfect bliss! |
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| Sweet flower, that art so fair and gay |
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| They have said evil of my dear |
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| This month of May, one pleasant eventide |
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| Sad, lost in thought, and mute I go |
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| Alas, poor heart, I pity thee |
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| Before my lady's window gay |
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| Beneath the branch of the green may |
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| Fair is her body, bright her eye |
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| A Prayer for Purification |
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