John Dowland (Джон Дауленд (Доуленд))

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In darkness let me dwell, the ground shall sorrow be,
The roof despair to bar all cheerful light from me,
The walls of marble black that moisten'd still shall weep,
My music hellish jarring sounds, to banish friendly sleep.
Thus wedded to my woes, and bedded to my tomb,
O, let me, living, living, die, till death do come. 

1. Mourn, Mourn, Day Is With Darkness Fled
2. A Pedlar
3. Wilt Thou Unkind Thus Reave Me
4. Come Ye Heavy States Of Night
5. Come, Heavy Sleep

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