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SONG.
I.
Since gay
SEMPRONIUS
now is gone,
What Comfort yields my Life?
I shall Unhappy be alone,
My Breast is fill'd with Strife.
II.
The Sun is set e'er Noon arrived,
Sad Glooms around me spread,
No flowing Joys the Lad surviv'd,
He's now rang'd with the Dead.