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Love, awake! Ah, let thine eyes

Open, clouded with thy dreams.

Now the shy sweet rosy skies,

Love, awake. Ah, let thine eyes

Dawn before the last star dies.

O'er thy breast the rose-light gleams:

Love, awake! Ah, let thine eyes

Open, clouded with thy dreams.