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SONG.
I.
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HY we love, and why we hate, Is not granted us to know;
Random chance, or wilful fate,
Guides the shaft from Cupid's bow.
II.
If on me Zelinda frown,
Madness 'tis in me to grieve:
Since her will is not her own,
Why should I uneasy live?
If on me Zelinda frown,
Madness 'tis in me to grieve:
Since her will is not her own,
Why should I uneasy live?
III.
If I for Zelinda dy,
Deaf to poor Mizella's cries,
Ask not me the reason why:
Seek the riddle in the skies.
If I for Zelinda dy,
Deaf to poor Mizella's cries,
Ask not me the reason why:
Seek the riddle in the skies.
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