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My mistress’s absence what me shows,
Nothing shows but polluting my thought,
Ah! Your love is like an unnatural rose,
I am far away how your love I sought?
I do not know in what plight you fall,
May be you in some mental agonies?
My cry touches you in the love brawl,
Your faithlessness my all senses freeze.
You are the Lily that blooms in the well,
Nor can be touched nor can be seen,
I love you more and do hear your yell,
Tell me O Rose where have you been?
Live here or there love remains the same,
I am a wild crow and none can me tame.
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