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Repent not, for repentance is in vain
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I am no singer rapt in ecstasy
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What kind of comforter art thou to me?
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How can I win that Hidden One
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This Life is less than shadows; if thou yearn
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Shall I or shall I not console my heart
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The Wound upon my heart glows bright and clear
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Whence did the yearning of the soul arise
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I had a thousand desires, for each of them I would have died
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I shall not try to flee the sword of Death
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