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At Doris and enjoy the golden curls,
And the pale face, and blue eyes ...
yesterday, I am leaving my friends feast night,
In her arms I saw the soul of bliss:
Delights delights gave way to fast,
Desires were extinguished suddenly flared up again:
I melted; but among the wrong darkness
I saw some cute features,
And all I was full of mysterious sadness,
And the name of the alien to my lips whispering.

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