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Come away with me and be my love,
And we will some new pleasures prove.
Come weave the thread a dream’s made of,
And not, by morning’s light, remove,
The silken ties our love has spun.
Such bonds are rare, and gone too soon,
For us to leave an act undone,
That stays our time on Love’s new loom.
So I beg you to come with me,
And try the future we will find;
Come bathe with me in a turquoise sea,
And dry your limbs entwined with mine.
Or else end now this sweet torment,
That is both hell and heaven sent.