| 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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| If, one day, of us remembrance That thy musky reed do make |
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| Minstrel Love with voice and ghittern Wondrous skill possesseth |
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| O fair fall the night when thou camest With many an amorous air! |
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| Let us fare the highway of the winehouse To and fro |
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| In the quarter of the winehouse Service many a year I practise |
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| The Apple of mine eye, my fair, Thy place of session grown is |
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| The Apple of mine eye of nought Regardful but thy face is |
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| Behold the new moon of Muherrem! Quick, call for the goblet of wine |
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