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Look At Mine Eyes
Dr. John Blow
(Circa 1649-1708)
Look at mine eyes, Phillis,
And read my love,
How black, how black it is
To suspect me to rove.
How black it is, look at mine,
How black, how black it is,
To suspect me to rove.
Look at mine cruel strephon,
Look and see how hard it is
To live so long from thee.
Look at mine, how hard it is,
How hard it is to live
So long from thee.
Oh stop that tear
And let me kiss it o'er,
Let me rub it,
And think of it no more.
Let me kiss it, let me rub it,
Let me kiss it and let me rub it,
Think of it no more.
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