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As light as a fly
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The Song
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The Princely heart, that freely spends
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Two spirits dreadfully enter
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Enter the Nymphs and Satyrs singing -
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Sung by Plot-thrift and Cozen
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Old Tithon must forsake his dear
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Come let us be frolic and call for our tipple
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My love can sing no other song
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Submit, bunch of grapes
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