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Begging of her to be his dear
her noble heart to love inclined
but little Cupid bent his bow
And left the fatal dart behind
which proved Rosanna's overthrow
Beneath a pleasant shad they walked
And valleys where the lambs do play
Where they do talk sweet tales of love
To pass away a summers day
My lovely charming rose cried he
See how the pleasant flowers do spring

The sun sets at night and