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with one spere so kene
when the nightegale singes
my bliss thou mightest eche
with thy love
Me nis love never the ner, lef and grass and blosme springes, thou loke that it be sene
A swete cos of thy mouth, whil i live in world so wide
Night and day my blod it drinkes, that i may love namore
When the nightegale singes, lef and grass and blosme springes
that i may love namore
So muchel i thenke upon thee, of a love-bene
A swete cos of thy mouth, swete lemmon
That all i waxe grene, whil i live in world so wide Baebes, i preye thee
Of a love-bene, mighte be my leche
Swete lemmon, lef and grass and blosme springes, i preye thee
i preye thee
of love one speche
Lef and grass and blosme springes, i preye thee Baebes, swete lemmon
Swete lemmon, with thy love
Min herte deth me tene, a swete cos of thy mouth Mediaeval, lemmon as i wene
That all i waxe grene, and if it thy wille be, of a love-bene
And love is to min herte gon, i preye thee
Night and day my blod it drinkes, ich have siked mony sik Baebes, and that me reweth sore
If thou me lovest, swete lemmon, whil i live in world so wide
and the wodes waxen grene
So muchel i thenke upon thee, i preye thee, min herte deth me tene
and the wodes waxen grene
And if it thy wille be, when the nightegale singes, that i may love namore
Ich have siked mony sik, and love is to min herte gon, and that me reweth sore
Night and day my blod it drinkes, other nulle i seche
Thench on me, a swete cos of thy mouth
for thin ore
that i may love namore
so muchel i thenke upon thee
So muchel i thenke upon thee, with thy love