John Dowland (Джон Дауленд (Доуленд))

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Wilt thou unkind thus reave me
Of my heart, of my heart,
And so leave me, and so leave me?

Farewell! Farewell!
But yet or e'er I part, O cruel,
Kiss me, sweet, kiss me,
sweet, sweet my jewel.

Hope by disdain grows cheerless,
Fear doth love, love doth fear
Beauty peerless, beauty peerless.

True love cannot be changed
Though delight from desert
Be estranged, be estranged. 

1. Mourn, Mourn, Day Is With Darkness Fled
2. A Pedlar
3. Come Ye Heavy States Of Night
4. Come, Heavy Sleep
5. In Darkness Let Me Dwell

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