O sweet, alas, what say you?
Ay me, that face discloses
The scarlet blush of sweet vermilion roses
And yet, alas
I know not if such a crimson staining
Be for love or disdaining
But if of love it grow not
Be it disdain conceived
To see us of love's fruits so long bereaved
Ay me, that face discloses
The scarlet blush of sweet vermilion roses
And yet, alas
I know not if such a crimson staining
Be for love or disdaining
But if of love it grow not
Be it disdain conceived
To see us of love's fruits so long bereaved
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