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Our tale is told,
And now is growing old! |
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For Fate, who holds the book |
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Of childhood, youth, and age, |
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Her finger now doth crook |
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To turn another page. |
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Try to forget —
Although a soft regret |
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Like some poor faded rose-leaf lie, |
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(To mark the place) |
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Within the book where thou and I |
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Have read one passage full of grace! |
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Where thou and I |
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Have read one passage full of grace! |
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Oh, try, try to forget! |
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The desert's wide —
And we must mount and ride! |
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Each with a caravan |
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That's laden with our sighs; |
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To barter, if we can, |
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Our loads in Paradise. |
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Try to forget!
Try to forget!
Our caravans have met |
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Amid the burning desert space, |
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Ah! Where thou and I, where thou and I |
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Have rested in a shady place |
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A little while, and then passed by, and then |
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passed by! |
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Where thou and I, where thou and I have now |
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passed by! |
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Try to forget!
Try to forget! |
Exit Yussuf, leaving Heart's Desire.
