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7. Turne backe you wanton flier.

       Turne backe you wanton flyer,
       And answere my desire
       With mutuall greeting.
       Yet bende a little neerer,
       True beautie still shines cleerer
       In closer meeting,
       Harts with harts delighted
       Should striue to be vnited,
       Either others armes with armes enchayning,
       Harts with a thought, rosie lips
       With a kisse still entertaining.

       What haruest halfe so sweete is,
       As still to reape the kisses,
       Growne ripe in sowing.
       And straight to be receiuer,
       Of that which thou art giuer,
       Rich in bestowing.
       There's no strickt obseruing,
       Of times, or seasons changing,
       There is euer one fresh spring abiding,
       Then what we sow with our lips
       Let vs reape loues gaines deuiding.

Words and music by Thomas Campion


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