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In a herber green asleep whereas I lay, The birds sang sweet in the middle of the day; I dreamed fast of mirth and play: In youth is pleasure, in youth is pleasure.
Methought I walked still to and fro, And from her company I could not go; But when I wak'd it was not so: In youth is pleasure, in youth is pleasure.
Therefore my heart is surely pight Of her alone to have a sight, Which is my joy and heart's delight: In youth is pleasure, in youth is pleasure.
Robert Wever
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