| Alas, Alas, that I am betrayed |
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| Wo is me woe's me when I think |
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| Sweet, sweet, is sleep, — Ah! sweeter, to be stone |
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| The Power of a beautiful face lifts me to heaven |
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| The Haven and last refuge of my pain |
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| I know not if from uncreated spheres |
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| Ravished by all that to the eyes is fair |
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| No mortal object did these eyes behold |
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| Rid of a vexing and a heavy load |
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| Grateful is Sleep, my life in stone bound fast |
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