| He who did of rose and wild rose On thy cheek the hue bestow |
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| The Huma of fairest fortune Into our snare befalleth |
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| Cell-sitter Hafiz yestr'even The winehouse's guest's become |
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| The Bride of the rose is come Again to the Feast of Spring |
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| At dawntide, intent on repentance, "For guidance," quoth I, "I'll sue" |
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| If ever it be vouchsafed me The hand in thy tress to twine |
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| Bring, wind of the East, an thou chance By the country to fare of the Friend |
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| Blest may the coming of the Feast, Cupbearer, be for thee |
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| 'Twas a bulbul drank his heart's blook And a rose his own made |
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| What while there of wine and winehouse Name and trace shall still be |
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