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    Since From My Dear - Purcell

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    1. The document is a musical score for the song "Since from my dear" by Henry Purcell. 2. The lyrics express deep sorrow and mourning over being separated from a loved one. 3. The singer says their soul has never known delight since being torn from their dear one, and they can only find relief through mourning for their absence.

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    1. The document is a musical score for the song "Since from my dear" by Henry Purcell. 2. The lyrics express deep sorrow and mourning over being separated from a loved one. 3. The singer says their soul has never known delight since being torn from their dear one, and they can only find relief through mourning for their absence.

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    1. The document is a musical score for the song "Since from my dear" by Henry Purcell. 2. The lyrics express deep sorrow and mourning over being separated from a loved one. 3. The singer says their soul has never known delight since being torn from their dear one, and they can only find relief through mourning for their absence.

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    Since From My Dear - Purcell

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    1. The document is a musical score for the song "Since from my dear" by Henry Purcell. 2. The lyrics express deep sorrow and mourning over being separated from a loved one. 3. The singer says their soul has never known delight since being torn from their dear one, and they can only find relief through mourning for their absence.

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    Since from my dear

    Henry Purcell
    (Andante)
     
               
      43          
    Since from my dear my dear my dear, since from my dear, my dear my

      43         
             

        (simile) 
      43            

                     
     
    dear my dear, my dear As tre a's sight I was so

            
                     
     
            
      
     

    14
        

                                 
    rude ly torn, My soul has never never

                   
        
        
             

    21
      
                           
     
    ne ver has ne ver ne ver, ne verknown de light, Un less it were to mourn
     
     
                       
        
     
         
               

    28
    1. 2.
       
                 
    to mourn, un less, un less it were to mourn mourn. But
       
              
    
        
     
       
        
        
                 

    35

                             

    oh! a las, a las, with weep ing eyes, And bleed ing,

        
          
       
           

      
    

        
               

    41
          
               
    bleed ing heart I lie; Think ing on her, on her whose ab sence

                  
                
               
           
      
    48
      
                    
    'tis, That makes me wish to die, die, die, die,

          
           
    
           
     

     
              
          
    55 
          
                
    makes me, makes me wish to die, die, die,

                
       ()
           
          

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