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1 Ask not the cause, why sullen Spring
So long delays her flowers to bear;
Why warbling birds forget to sing,
And winter storms invert the year:
Chloris is gone, and fate provides
To make it Spring, where she resides.
2 Chloris is gone, the cruel fair;
She cast not back a pitying eye;
But left her lover in despair,
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