Adieu! Adieu! O my sweet fellow,
It's time to part our pillows
with kisses four for melancholy sore.
The tyrant sun is up in the east
And calling for, to cease the night's feast.
The fragrance and charm of that night
stirs my heart and passions ignite.
And i wish to have you as
the Helen of Troy, that will turn me
immortal in love and joy.
Lo! her coral lips and blue bright eyes
taking my love to the seven skies.
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