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[Stay me no more; the flowers have ceased to blow]
Stay me no more; the flowers have ceased to blow,
The frost begun:
Stay me no more; I will arise and go,
My dream is done.
The frost begun:
Stay me no more; I will arise and go,
My dream is done.
My feet are set upon a sterner way,
And I must on;
Love, thou hast dwelt with me a summer day,
Now, Love, begone.
And I must on;
Love, thou hast dwelt with me a summer day,
Now, Love, begone.
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