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Sister, Awake! Close not Your Eyes
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Sister, awake! close not your eyes, The day her light discloses; And the bright morning doth arise Out of her bed of roses.
See the clear sun, the world's bright eye, In at our window peeping; Lo, how he blusheth to espy Us idle wenches sleeping!
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