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Alack, for the Loved One left us In sorrow and pain and went
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If wine thou drink, with somewhat Thereof earth's thirst allay
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Whose dwelling, Lord, by yonder heart-Enkindling taper's lit?
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Me unto oppression, dust-like, For a trampling-stock she gave
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'Twas a bulbul did a roseleaf, Sweet of hue and scent, hold
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Yet to Canaan the lost Joseph Will return once mo'. Repine not
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Be she mem'ried, who at parting Sign for us of mem'ry made not
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Thy lovely cheek, God guard it From th' evil eye! prays Hafiz
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A Thousand hearts her tresses Bind with a single hair
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Since the cheek of our Friend the new-spring down Hath compassed about with its rounded line
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