| O fair fall the night when thou camest With many an amorous air! |
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| Let us fare the highway of the winehouse To and fro |
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| In the quarter of the winehouse Service many a year I practise |
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| The Apple of mine eye, my fair, Thy place of session grown is |
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| The Apple of mine eye of nought Regardful but thy face is |
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| Behold the new moon of Muherrem! Quick, call for the goblet of wine |
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| He who did of rose and wild rose On thy cheek the hue bestow |
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| The Huma of fairest fortune Into our snare befalleth |
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| Cell-sitter Hafiz yestr'even The winehouse's guest's become |
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| The Bride of the rose is come Again to the Feast of Spring |
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