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heaven fell
so foul is love
how else do I count on thy
is it your Nobel face
on which I cherish
abysmal my failure
for not concurring your heart
I'm but a man to sway
but humble enough to fold
my minds construction
to embrace this love ...
how else do I count on thy
is it your Nobel face
on which I cherish
abysmal my failure
for not concurring your heart
I'm but a man to sway
but humble enough to fold
my minds construction
to embrace this love ...
