Robert Burns (Роберт Бернс)

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WHY, why tell thy lover,
  Bliss he never must enjoy?
Why, why undeceive him,
  And give all his hopes the lie?

O why, while fancy raptured slumbers,
  Chloris, Chloris all the theme!
Why, why wouldst thou, cruel,
  Wake thy lover from his dream?

1. Lovely Davies
2. The Flowery Banks of Cree
3. Castle Gordon
4. Sleep’st Thou, or Wak’st Thou
5. Weary Fa’ You, Duncan Gray

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