| I, like a wandering bubble |
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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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| Tansen |
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| O Lovely One, when to the ravished sight |
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| Mine eyes were shut |
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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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