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The light up-ſpringeth, the dew down dingeth, The ſweet lark ſingeth her hours of prime; Phœbus up ſpenteth, joy to reſt wenteth, So loſt is mine intents, and gone’s the time. Elore! Elore! Elore! Elore! I love my luſty love, Elore lo!
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