Flow, my tears, fall from your springs! exiled for ever let me mourn; where night's black bird her sad infamy sings, there let me live forlorn. Hark,
[Lyrics: J. Dowland] Flow, my tears, fall from your springs! exiled for ever let me mourn; where night's black bird her sad infamy sings, there let me
: [Lyrics: J. Dowland] Flow, my tears, fall from your springs! exiled for ever let me mourn; where night's black bird her sad infamy sings, there let
[Lyrics: J. Dowland] Flow, my tears, fall from your springs! exiled for ever let me mourn; where night's black bird her sad infamy sings, there let
