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Show Of some stnnge metal, thread by thread, t::o stand out from my lady's head, Not moving much to tangle me. Beata mea Domina ! t::ht lashes a dear shadow throw mhtrt I would wish my lips to be. Beata mea Domina ! )) €R great eyes, standing far apart, Draw up some memory from her heart, -~~~~ Jlnd gaze out W1'Y mournfully; Beata mea Domina ! I mOND€R if the lashes long Jlre those that do her bright eyes wrong, for always half tears stem to bt Beata mea Domina ! I,..aRKIN6 below the undnlid, Darkening the place where they lie hidIf they should rise and flow for me ! Beata mea Domina ! Curl'd up and pensive each one is; 'Chis makes me faint to stand and see. Beata mea Domina ! )) €R lips are not contented now, Because the hours pass so slow 'Cowards a sweet time: (pray for me), Beata mea Domina ! |
