XX. Come heavy sleepe the image of true death;

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T:XX. Come heavy sleepe the image of true death;
T:Bassus.
C: John Dowland
O: From The First Booke of songs or Ayres of foure parts, with Tableture for the Lute
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w: Come hea- vy sleepe the * i- mage of true death;
w: Come sha- dow of my  * end, and shape of rest,
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w: And close * * up these my wear- y weep- ing eies:
w: Al- lied * * to death, child to his blacke- fact night:
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w: Whose spring of tears doth stop my vi- tall breath,
w: Come thou and charme these re- bels in my breast,
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w: And tears, and tears my hart with sor- rows sigh swoln cries:
w: Whose wak- whose wak- ing fan- cies doe my mind af- fright.
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w: Com and po- sses my tir- ed  thoughts worne soule,
w: O come sweet sleepe; come, or I die for ever:
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w: That liv- ing dies, that liv- ing dies, that liv- ing dies till thou, till thou on me,  on me be stoule.
w: Come ere my last, come ere my last, come ere my last sleeps comes, sleeps comes, or come, or come ne- ver.