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Take thou thy flight, O soul! Thou hast no more / The gladness of the morning: ah, the perfumed roses / My love laid on my bosom as I slept!
How did he wake me with his lips upon mine eyes, / How did the singers carol, the singers of my soul, / That nest among the thoughts of my beloved!
All silent now, the choruses are gone, / The windows of my soul are closed; no more / Mine eyes look gladly out to see my lover come.
There is no more to do, no more to say / Take flight, my soul, my love returns no more!