Sweet love doth now invite,
Thy graces that refrain,
To do me due delight
To see, to hear, to touch, to kiss, to die
With thee again in sweetest sympathy.
that l may cease to mourn,
Through thy unkind disdain:
For now left and forlon,
l sit, l sigh, l weep, l faint, l die
In deadly pain and endless misery.
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All the day
The sun that lends me shine,
By frowns do cause me pine,
And feeds me with delay,
Her smiles my springs, that make my joys to grow,
Her frowns the Winters of my woe.
All the night
My sleeps are full of dreams,
My eyes are full of streams,
My heart takes no delight...
(First book of songes, 1597, no.17)
Songwriter(s): Mats Ove Anders Olofsson, Mikael Carl Marin, Gordon Sumner, Edin Karamazov, Tony Bauer, George Arthur Kentros, Peter Olofsson
Copyright: Publishment Ab, Steerpike (overseas) Ltd, Emi Music Publishing Ltd
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