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as, i weep, i give them a mournful song
within it an emerald-like balm to freshen the sight
a fish with the lower members of a siren
freshen renewing song_to_the_siren
disclose the reasons to me, who desires it, why you, a stranger from the skies, seekest the earth, why do you offer to our world the gifts of you, why are your features bedewed with a shower of weeping, what do the tears on your countenance foretell
weeping is a sufficient and faithful tongue of inner grief
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