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Thou whose every part is charming, Every whit of thee is fair
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Youth, loveliking and dalliance And wine of ruby hue
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There's no fair one in the city That my heart away shall carry
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Now that the hand of the rose The wine cup clear upraises
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If again my footsteps Fortune To the Magians' temple bore
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My soul, for poortith's load, in sorry case is
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Thou whose mouth the tale of sugar Laugheth unto scorn
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Lord, of thy favour, cause That my Loved One safe and hale
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To yonder Friend heart-soothing Thanks with complaint I mell
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Oh, is it not time that the Loved Ones, indeed, should relent
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