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In this merry morn of May
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My love for him shall be
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They lied, those lying traitors all
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I found at daybreak yester morn
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Maid Marjory sits at the castle gate
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Now who is he on earth that lives
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O nightingale of woodland gay
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O Love, my love, and perfect bliss!
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Sweet flower, that art so fair and gay
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A Prayer for Purification
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