| Each morn I see the Sun in majesty |
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| What thou hast done, never an enemy |
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| If I behold her, I am mad |
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| Thou take'st no heed of me |
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| O changing Wheel of Fate, what thing is there |
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| Had I control o'er her, the dear Tormentor |
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| O burnish well the mirror of thy heart |
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| The Eyes of the narcissus win new light |
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| No fault is thine, Beloved, I do not blame thee |
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| I ask that God in justice punish me |
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