There's Beggary In Love That Can Be

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April ... Hath Put A Spirit Of Youth In Everything.

...too Much Sadness Hath Congealed Your Blood,and Melancholy Is The Nurse Of Frenzy.

Thus Die I, Thus, Thus, Thus. Now Am I Dead, Now Am I Fled; My Soul Is In The Sky: Tongue, Lose Thy Light; Moon Take Thy Flight. Now Die, Die, Die, Die, Die.

And All This Day An Unaccustomed Spirit Lifts Me Above The Ground With Cheerful Thoughts.