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This way, this way come, and hear,
You that hold these pleasures dear,
Fill your ears with our sweet sound,
Whilst we melt the frozen ground.
This way come; make haste, oh, fair,
Let your clear eyes gild the air;
Come, and bless us with your sight,
This way, this way, seek delight.
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