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O you, with the blue collar, |
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Prolonged is the anxiety of my heart. |
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Although I do not go [to you], |
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Why do you not continue your messages [to me]? |
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O you with the blue [strings to your] girdle-gems, |
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Long, long do I think of you. |
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Although I do not go [to you], |
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Why do you not come [to me]? |
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How volatile are you and dissipated, |
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By the look-out tower on the wall! |
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One day without the sight of you, |
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Is like three months. |