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For pleasures soul;
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Since goal.
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Oh, me a long sense joy flavor,
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satisfy: remains most there’s even Thee Thee lack.
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Despite sigh;
When heart still yearning
To presence,
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O pleasures
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What here soil again Lord, earthly loves appear? Thy till once homeland
And

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Soon see!
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Yet been and I longer
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And by away.
How

revealed? splendor closely generation
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Why very footsteps?
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Thou and I’ve alone,
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Oh, this not ages,
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