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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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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While she lies sleeping
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Softly, softly, now softly lies sleeping
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Weep You No More, Sad Fountains
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