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, thou art fair; I know that beauty well. Have I not longed for it as those in Hell Long for release?

Thou wouldst be kind to me? but when I craved Such kindness in the days it could have saved Thou didst not cease

To torture me, Aziz, and now that Fate Has brought me what so long, I so desired, It is too late, I am too tired. 135