Weep you no more, sad fountains;
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What need you flow so fast?
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Look how the snowy mountains
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Heav'n's sun doth gently waste.
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But my sun's heav'nly eyes
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View not your weeping
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That now lies sleeping,
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Softly, softly, now softly lies sleeping.
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Sleep is a reconciling,
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A rest that Peace begets.
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Doth not the sun rise smiling
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When fair at e'en he sets
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Rest you then, rest, sad eyes,
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Melt not in weeping
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While she lies sleeping,
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Softly, softly, now softly lies sleeping.
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Weep You No More, Sad Fountain
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| Sting & Police |
