| Of no use is my pain to her nor me |
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| How can I dare profess |
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| I grant you will not utterly forget |
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| Thou, Sorrow, wilt keep and wilt cherish the memory of me |
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| Some friend of mine, may be |
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| No man hath ever passed |
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| How difficult is the thorny way of strife |
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| I ask for Allah's pardon, if I dare |
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| When shall the mocking world withhold its blame |
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| Thy love permits not my complaint to rise |
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