| You Stole Away With Furtive Gait |
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| With Fresh Youth And a Passionate Heart |
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| With The Light of My Eyes as an Ofering |
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| Won't My Beloved Leave That Frown |
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| With Deep-seated Grief And Pain in Every Fibre |
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| Where Has He Gone, My Dearest Friend |
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| Who Clad Your Delicate Frame In Red |
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| Who Stole My Heart From Far Away |
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| Was The Promise You Now Break Just Casual Words |
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| The Pangs of Love areConsuming Me |
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