Canst thou love and lie alone? Love is so disgraced, Pleasure is best Wherein is rest In a heart embraced. Rise, rise, rise! Daylight do not burn out; Bells do ring and birds do sing, Only I that mourn out. Morning-star doth now appear, Wind is hushed and sky is clear; Come, come away, come, come away! Canst thou love and burn out day? Rise, rise, rise! Daylight do not burn out; Bells do ring, birds do sing, Only I that mourn out.
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