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Clear or cloudy sweet as Aprill showring
My Lord Willoughby's Welcome Home
Come again sweet love doth now invite
Flow my tears, fall from your springs
Pavana Lachrimae (A Pilgrimes Solace)
Tell me, true love (A Pilgrimes Solace)
If my complaints could passions move
Thomas Morley - Can she excuse
Sorrow, stay, lend true repentant tears
The lowest trees have tops
In darkness let me dwell (A Pilgrimes Solace)
My thoughts are winged with hopes
Now, O now I needs must part
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