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...shepherd's tongue, These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee, and be thy love. Time drives the flocks from field to fold, When rivers rage, and rocks grow cold ; And Philomel becometh dumb, The rest complain of cares to come. The flowers do fade, and wanton fields...

...shepherd's tongue ; These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy love. Time drives the flocks from field to fold, When rivers rage, and rocks grow cold ; And Philomel becometh dumb, And all complain of cares to come. The flowers do fade, and wanton fields...

...shepherd's tongue ; These pretty pleasures might me move To live with thee and be thy love. Time drives the flocks from field to fold. When rivers rage, and rocks grow cold ; And Philomel becometh dumb, And all complain of cares to come. The flowers do fade, and wanton fields...

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