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How you stare at my eyes!--Well! my lips!--must they languish For kisses to redden?--"My eyes are as bright As the jewel I drown in my hair, with its anguish Of tortuous fire that quivers to-night"? Tears may be.--This showy?--That silly white flower Were better?--For me its simplicity? no!-- The gem I prefer to the lily.--The hour Has struck: I am ready: my fan: let us go.