Neglest me, lose me
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only give me leave
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unworthy as I am
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to follow your grief
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Therefore the moon
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the governess of floods
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pale in her anger
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washes all the air
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Fall in the fresh lap
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of the crimson rose
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The human mortals want
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their winter cheer
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Love takes the meaning
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in love's conference
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So that but one heart
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we can make of it
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The stary welking
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covers you anon
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with dropping fog
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as black as acheron
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Thorny anger, be not seen
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come not near out fairy-queen
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For night's swift dragons
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cut the clouds
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I tary for the comfort of the day
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Fair love, I see, I forgot our way
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Stand steel, you ever moving spheres
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in misery noone will hear
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And they shoot chillness to my heart
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I can't break the midnight sigh
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Lysander
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Darkseed |