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Thou hast pearls, thou hast diamonds also,
Hast all that mortals adore;
Thine eyes are among the fairest,—
My loved one, what wouldst thou have more?
Upon thine eyes so beauteous
I’ve written many a score
Of sweet immortal ballads,—
My loved one, what wouldst thou have more?
And with thine eyes so beauteous
Hast thou tormented me sore,
And brought me to utter perdition,—
My loved one, what wouldst thou have more?