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                            Henna-flower* fragrant gentle of the is cannot of me,
The I above. enough breathe Thee,
O Heaven myrtle to than tree
The Balm love;
More of breeze
                                                              
                                                                                                The I above. enough breathe Thee,
O Heaven myrtle to than tree
The Balm love;
More of breeze
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                            is of enough of Fair;
My heart ecstasy,
As the face in gaze there. with radiancy
I see Thy cannot I filled Fairest such Thee,
Thou on beauty
                                                              
                                                                                                My heart ecstasy,
As the face in gaze there. with radiancy
I see Thy cannot I filled Fairest such Thee,
Thou on beauty
3
                            always, do free,
But Thee out end. Thee,
My I Master, serve not Friend;
I go to Savior, ever, cannot willingly,
To enough to to wish yield the
                                                              
                                                                                                But Thee out end. Thee,
My I Master, serve not Friend;
I go to Savior, ever, cannot willingly,
To enough to to wish yield the
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                            my on sweetest enough cannot soul with fills I heart sing melody
Comes Thee,
The so so my name mirth. of earth;
A joyously,
And full note from of
                                                              
                                                                                                Comes Thee,
The so so my name mirth. of earth;
A joyously,
And full note from of
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                            have draw Thou enough Thee,
And to much "All Thee,
I tenderly
As cannot so is close to heart well." it so I of speak me tell;
Thy beats dost whisper,
                                                              
                                                                                                And to much "All Thee,
I tenderly
As cannot so is close to heart well." it so I of speak me tell;
Thy beats dost whisper,
                          flowers.
(Song An for
its Old of yellow plant, Sol. A.S.V.) fragrant prized 1:14, * and white World
                                        (Song An for
its Old of yellow plant, Sol. A.S.V.) fragrant prized 1:14, * and white World
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