| Take, O, take those lips away
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| That so sweetly were forsworn
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| And those eyes, the break of day
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| Lights that do mislead the morn
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| But my kisses bring again
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| But my kisses bring again, bring again
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| Seals of love, seals of love
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| But my kisses bring again, again
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| Seals of love, seals of love
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| Take, O, take those lips away
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| That so sweetly were forsworn
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| And those eyes, the break of day
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| Lights that do mislead the morn
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| But my kisses bring again
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| But my kisses bring again, bring again
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| Seals of love, seals of love
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| But my kisses bring again, again
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| Seals of love, seals of love
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| But sealed in vain
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| But my kisses bring again,
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| But my kisses bring again, again
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| Seals of love, seals of love
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| But sealed in vain
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| When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see
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| For all the day they view things unrespected
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| But when I sleep, in dreams they look on thee
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| And darkly bright, are bright in dark directed.
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| Then thou, whose shadow shadows doth make bright
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| How would thy shadow’s form form happy show
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| To the clear day with thy much clearer light
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| When to unseeing eyes thy shade shines so!
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| How would, I say, mine eyes be blessed made
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| By looking on thee in the living day
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| When in dead night thy fair imperfect shade
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| Through heavy sleep on sightless eyes doth stay!
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| All days are nights to see till I see thee
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| And nights bright days when dreams do show thee me. |