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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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Tansen
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O Lovely One, when to the ravished sight
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Kismet
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What happiness is to the lover left
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To whom shall I relate
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Mine eyes were shut
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