| 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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| Through Love did I the joy of life attain |
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| Tansen |
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| O Lovely One, when to the ravished sight |
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| Kismet |
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| What happiness is to the lover left |
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| To whom shall I relate |
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| Mine eyes were shut |
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