| The High ambition of the drop of rain |
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| How long will she thus stand unveiled before me |
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| Wherever the Beloved looks she stirs |
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| I, like a wandering bubble |
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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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