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We'll cover Love with roses, / And sweet sleep he shall take / None but a fool supposes / Love always keeps awake. / I've known loves without number- / True loves were they, and tried; / And just for want of slumber / They pined away and died.
Our love was bright and cheerful / A little while agone; / Now he is pale and tearful, / And-yes, I've seen him yawn. / So tired is he of kisses / That he can only weep; / The one dear thing he misses / And longs for now is sleep.