| Repent not, for repentance is in vain |
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| I am no singer rapt in ecstasy |
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| What kind of comforter art thou to me? |
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| How can I win that Hidden One |
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| This Life is less than shadows; if thou yearn |
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| Shall I or shall I not console my heart |
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| The Wound upon my heart glows bright and clear |
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| Whence did the yearning of the soul arise |
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| I had a thousand desires, for each of them I would have died |
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| I shall not try to flee the sword of Death |
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