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I, like a wandering bubble
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Where has my childhood gone, where are its placid years?
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The Fire of love I for my idol know
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O ask not frigid Piety to dwell
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I care not if no rest nor peace remain
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Thy beauty flashes like a sword
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Through Love did I the joy of life attain
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Had I control o'er her, the dear Tormentor
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O burnish well the mirror of thy heart
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The Eyes of the narcissus win new light
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