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Burdens of grief that weigh against me |
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Aid my tired eyes in their search for pitch |
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Your kinds heart now pines |
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For whom the gods love dies young |
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Wrapped and confounded in a thousand fears |
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The sadness I present, smiles with tears |
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Where once I'd loved now lied forlorn beauty |
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And wars abhorred by mothers |
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No man lives so poor as he was born |
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We don't remember pure sensations |
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Gaze peacefully into the past |
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I am dust , and to dust I shall return |
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Belial, Mephisto, both shall burn me up |
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Devour my sad whimperings |
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The cutting whip is mine to feel |
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No symphony in mind to colour my dreams |
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Poena damni |
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Sorrow everywhere |
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Please pray for me |
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When deep sleep falls on men |
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Father hold me |
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I am yours to bear |
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Ad te |
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In the play which he has written for the world |
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Night is the mother of sleep |
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Old age is a malady of which one dies |
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Augury of a better age |
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Sages as far as the beard |
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Their wounds smelled so sweetly |
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Temptation, the father of my lust |
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Chalcedony shines like the new born |
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Stricken I'd raise my dripping limbs |
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Splendid was the innocentcs fall |
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Laugh to scorn would our foe |
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Amid wars laws are silent |
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Drop by drop in sleep upon the heart |
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Falls the labrious memory of pain |
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In the rich upheavel of vast choirs |
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Death shall flee from me |
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Misericordium et judicium |
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Adhoest pavimento |
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AD te levavi ocolus meos |
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Verba mea auribus |
