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Of no use is my pain to her nor me
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How can I dare profess
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I grant you will not utterly forget
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Thou, Sorrow, wilt keep and wilt cherish the memory of me
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Some friend of mine, may be
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No man hath ever passed
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How difficult is the thorny way of strife
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I ask for Allah's pardon, if I dare
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When shall the mocking world withhold its blame
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Thy love permits not my complaint to rise
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