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Flow My Tears - Sting
Written by:John Dowland
Flow my teares
Fall from your springs
Exilde
For ever let me morne
Where nights black bird hir
Sad infamy sings
There let me live forlorne
Downe vaine lights shine you no more
No nights are dark enough for those
That in dispaire their last fortunes deplore
Light doth but shame disclose
Never may my woes be relieved
Since pittie is fled
And teares and sighes and grones
My wearie days
My wearie days
Of all joyes have deprived
From the highest spire of contentment
My fortune is throwne
And feare and griefe and paine
For my deserts
For my deserts
Are my hopes
Since hope is gone
Hark you shadowes that in darnesse dwell
Learn to contemne light
Happy
Happy that the in hell
Feele not the worlds despite
Hark
You shadowes that in darnesse dwell
Learn to contemne light
Happy
Happy that the in hell
Feele not the worlds
Despite