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John Donne - Song: Go and catch a falling star
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Go and catch a falling star,
        Get with child a mandrake root,
    Tell me where all past years are,
        Or who cleft the devil`s foot,
    Teach me to hear mermaids singing,
    Or to keep off envy`s stinging,
           And find
           What wind
    Serves to advance an honest mind.

   If thou be`st born to strange sights,
       Things invisible to see,
   Ride ten thousand days and nights,
       Till age snow white hairs on thee,
   Thou, when thou return`st, wilt tell me,
   All strange wonders that befell thee,
          And swear,
          No where
   Lives a woman true, and fair.

   If thou find`st one, let me know,
       Such a pilgrimage were sweet;
   Yet do not, I would not go,
       Though at next door we might meet;
   Though she were true, when you met her,
   And last, till you write your letter,
          Yet she
          Will be
   False, ere I come, to two, or three.
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