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The Apple of mine eye of nought Regardful but thy face is
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Behold the new moon of Muherrem! Quick, call for the goblet of wine
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He who did of rose and wild rose On thy cheek the hue bestow
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The Huma of fairest fortune Into our snare befalleth
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Cell-sitter Hafiz yestr'even The winehouse's guest's become
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The Bride of the rose is come Again to the Feast of Spring
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At dawntide, intent on repentance, "For guidance," quoth I, "I'll sue"
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If ever it be vouchsafed me The hand in thy tress to twine
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Bring, wind of the East, an thou chance By the country to fare of the Friend
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Blest may the coming of the Feast, Cupbearer, be for thee
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