| I met you and the pain of separation was forgot |
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| Here can my heart no longer rest |
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| The Light is in mine eyes |
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| The Widow |
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| Like silver torrents flow thy words to me |
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| Even in the Kaaba courts my heart was moved |
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| Thou shouldst have given to me the robe and crown |
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| O Tyrannous One, when from my heart was drawn |
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| Each morn I see the Sun in majesty |
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| What thou hast done, never an enemy |
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