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I am one of these dumb wise men |
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So I've much ado to know myself |
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I don't know how to get clear |
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with all the depths I owe |
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Thru the hour-glass they flow |
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I don't know the free and offered light |
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The lighting of my being is as bright |
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If I break the day, what would I gain? |
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To hold a candle lighting shame? |
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I desire no delight, no more delight |
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All knowledge is now burning in my eyes |
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You promise me blush life |
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I stand for sacrifice |
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I wish You all the joy that You can wish |
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Spirits dull at night |
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I think You are denied |
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The light we see is burning in my eyes |
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I don't show teeth in way of smile |
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I only see the hour-glass how it runs |
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By yonder-moon I swear You do me wrong |
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With my own hands I strike You honour down |
