歌词
Woeful heart with grief oppressed,
Since my fortunes most distressed,
From my joys hath me removed,
Follow those sweet eyes adored,
Those sweet eyes wherein are stored,
All my pleasures best beloved.
Those sweet eyes wherein are stored,
All my pleasures best beloved.
Fly my breast, leave me forsaken,
Wherein Grief his seat hath taken,
All his arrows through me darting,
Thou may'st live by her sun-shining,
I shall suffer no more pining,
By thy loss, than by her parting.
I shall suffer no more pining,
By thy loss, than by her parting.
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