| 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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| Thou take'st no heed of me |
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| O changing Wheel of Fate, what thing is there |
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| Where has my childhood gone, where are its placid years? |
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| The Fire of love I for my idol know |
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| O ask not frigid Piety to dwell |
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| I care not if no rest nor peace remain |
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| Thy beauty flashes like a sword |
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