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...this song. It is silly, yet I love it, for it tells of the innocence of love in the old times " SONG. Come away, come away, Death, And in sad cypress let...be strown: Not a friend, not a friend greet My poor corpse,where my bones shall be thrown. A thousand thousand sighs to save, lay me O where Sad true lover...

...Clo. Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress let me be laid ; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white,...thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to save, Lay me, O, where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there ! Duke. There's for thy pains. Clo. No pains,...

...away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white, stuck all with yew, 0, prepare it ; My part of death no one so true Did share...Sad true lover ne'er find my grave, To weep there. DuTce. There 's for thy pains. Cto. No pains, sir ; I take pleasure in singing, sir. Duke. I '11 pay...

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...Go. Come away, come away, death, And in sad cypress' let me be laid; Fly away, fly away, breath ; I am slain by a fair cruel maid. My shroud of white,...bones shall be thrown : A thousand thousand sighs to aave, I.ay me, O, where Sad true lover never find my grave, To weep there. Duhe. There 's for thy pains....

...My part of death, no one so true Did share it. Not a flower, not a flower sweet, On my black cojin let there be strown ; Not a friend, not a friend greet...sighs to save, Lay me, 0, where Sad true lover ne'er jind my grave, To weep there ! (8) DUKE. There's for thy pains. CLO. No pains, sir ; I take pleasure...

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