| Saidst thou, "Grieve not, for I am thine, and thou art mine" |
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| Glad to me the time when I fly to my beloved one |
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| Did fear but reach thy heart, how good it were! |
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| When the time for the bloom of the roses comes |
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| My grief is ended, now has come the time of gladness |
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| May none be so acquainted with the tyranny of fate |
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| Art thou wearied in thy search |
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| Many are they that I remember |
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| O God, do Thou not rend the curtain from my soul |
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| If thou consider poetry in its nature is no harm |
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