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Song: My silks and fine array

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My silks and fine array,
         My smiles and languish'd air,
By love are driv'n away;
         And mournful lean Despair
Brings me yew to deck my grave:
Such end true lovers have.

His face is fair as heav'n,
         When springing buds unfold;
O why to him was't giv'n,
         Whose heart is wintry cold?
His breast is love's all worship'd tomb,
Where all love's pilgrims come.

Bring me an axe and spade,
         Bring me a winding sheet;
When I my grave have made,
         Let winds and tempests beat:
Then down I'll lie, as cold as clay. 
True love doth pass away!

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