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On Earth he threw the Sceptre which he bore,
And felt a passion greater than before.
No more Bersaba can his mind delight,
No more her charming Graces can invite.
A Kingly Grief his mournful Breast reclaims,
And streaming Tears quench the forbidden flames.
And felt a passion greater than before.
No more Bersaba can his mind delight,
No more her charming Graces can invite.
A Kingly Grief his mournful Breast reclaims,
And streaming Tears quench the forbidden flames.
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