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From heaven there fell upon the foaming wave
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The Four Favors
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Bulbul's song, through night hours cold
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Discord
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In the Koran with strange delight
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Flood of passion storms with fruitless strife
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How vast is mine inheritance, how glorious and sublime!
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If the country I'm to show
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Love's torments sought a place of rest
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Man with households twain
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