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Sister, awake! close not your eyes.

The day her light discloses,

And the bright morning doth arise

Out of her bed of roses.

See the clear sun, the world's bright eye,

In at our window peeping:

Lo, how he blusheth to espy

Us idle wenches sleeping!

Therefore awake! make haste, I say,

And let us, without staying,

All in our gowns of green so gay

Into the park a-maying.

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