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O so close , thine eyes afar
Tempt me , ere I faint , Alas !
Lips I can not buss , O pain
Whose this sweet , me bonnie lass
That leers upon me night or day
A constant leitmotif -
Bleeding deep , all inner strength
From me , like a thief .
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Tempt me , ere I faint , Alas !
Lips I can not buss , O pain
Whose this sweet , me bonnie lass
That leers upon me night or day
A constant leitmotif -
Bleeding deep , all inner strength
From me , like a thief .
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The Thief !
The Thief !
