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Matthew Prior - Songs Set To Music: 26.
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Some kind angel, gently flying,
Moved with pity at my pain,
Tell Corinna I am dying 
Till with joy we meet again.

Tell Corinna, since we parted 
I have never known delight,
And shall soon be broken-hearted 
If I longer want her sight.

Tell her how her lover, mourning,
Thinks each lazy day a year,
Cursing every morn returning,
Since Corinna is not here.

Tell her, too, not distant places,
Will she be but true and kind,
Join`d with time and change of faces,
E`er shall shake my constant mind.
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