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Title |
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Time |
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Info |
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| 1 |
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Thus saith my Cloris bright |
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1:28 |
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| 2 |
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Happy, O happy he, who not affecting |
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3:34 |
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| 3 |
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Ye that do live in pleasures plenty |
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2:51 |
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| 4 |
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Ah, cannot sighs, nor tears, nor aught else move thee |
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4:19 |
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| 5 |
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Stay, Corydon, thou swain |
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2:52 |
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| 6 |
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Draw on, sweet Night, best friend unto those cares |
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5:53 |
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| 7 |
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Lady, your words do spite me |
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2:05 |
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| 8 |
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As fair as morn, as fresh as May |
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2:04 |
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| 9 |
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Weep, weep, mine eyes, my heart can take no rest |
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5:33 |
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| 10 |
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I always beg, yet never am relieved |
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2:23 |
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| 11 |
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Thus Love commands that I in vain complain me |
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2:24 |
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| 12 |
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Oft have I vowed how dearly I did love thee |
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4:01 |
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| 13 |
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Come, shepard swains, that wont to hear me sing |
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5:33 |
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| 14 |
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The Lady Oriana |
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2:28 |
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Total time |
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44:56 |
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