| Farewell |
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| The Philosophic Flight |
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| Fond man, you've had of life your fill |
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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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