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i spoke to thee | |
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with a smile and thou didst not | |
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answer | |
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thy mouth is as | |
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a chord of crimson music |
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Come hither | |
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O thou, is life not a smile? | |
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i spoke to thee with | |
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a song and thou | |
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didst not listen |
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thine eyes are as a vase | |
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of divine silence | |
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Come hither | |
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O thou, is life not a song? | |
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i spoke |
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to thee with a soul and | |
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thou didst not wonder | |
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thy face is as a dream locked | |
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in white fragrance | |
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Come hither |
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O thou, is life not love? | |
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i speak to | |
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thee with a sword | |
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and thou art silent | |
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thy breast is as a tomb |
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softer than flowers | |
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Come hither | |
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O thou, is love not death? |
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