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Wilt thou be gone? It is not yet near day. It was the nightingale, and not the lark.
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It was the lark, the herald of the morn. I must be gone and live, or stay and die
Who is't that calls? It is my lady mother.Is she not down so late, or up so early
Ho, daughter! are you up?
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