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I met you and the pain of separation was forgot
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Here can my heart no longer rest
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The Light is in mine eyes
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The Widow
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Like silver torrents flow thy words to me
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Even in the Kaaba courts my heart was moved
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Thou shouldst have given to me the robe and crown
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O Tyrannous One, when from my heart was drawn
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Each morn I see the Sun in majesty
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What thou hast done, never an enemy
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