| I, like a poor fakir |
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| False is she, breaker of all promises |
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| I met you and the pain of separation was forgot |
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| Thou take'st no heed of me |
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| O changing Wheel of Fate, what thing is there |
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| The High ambition of the drop of rain |
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| How long will she thus stand unveiled before me |
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| Wherever the Beloved looks she stirs |
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| I, like a wandering bubble |
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| Where has my childhood gone, where are its placid years? |
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