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The Winecup in hand whoso doth hold
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Not each 'tis that kindleth her face, Heart-charmership's way who knoweth
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My hand from the quest I will not Withhold till my need forth cometh
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A Thousand thanks that I see thee Again, to my full intent
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The Fragrance of love I've scented, The lightning of union see
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Eyes an ocean making, patience To the wilderness I'll cast
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From thine enjoyment Paradise Doth lustre take and e'en
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Cupbearer, come, for the Friend From her visage the veil hath taken
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If in thy canon the shedding The blood of the lover is right
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The Messenger with the glad news From Asef last night is arrived
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