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What thou hast done, never an enemy
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If I behold her, I am mad
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I, like a poor fakir
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Thou take'st no heed of me
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O changing Wheel of Fate, what thing is there
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The Eyes of the narcissus win new light
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No fault is thine, Beloved, I do not blame thee
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I ask that God in justice punish me
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I longed that the Beloved might come to me
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O changing Wheel of Fate, still let there last
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