Joy, joy doth so arise and so content me
When I but see thee, O my life's fair treasure
Joy, joy doth so arise and so content me
That seeing makes me blind through too great pleasure
But if such blinding, love, doth so delight thee
Come, love, and more thus, blind me still and spite me
When I but see thee, O my life's fair treasure
Joy, joy doth so arise and so content me
That seeing makes me blind through too great pleasure
But if such blinding, love, doth so delight thee
Come, love, and more thus, blind me still and spite me
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