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International Industrial Inventions

1221 – 1230: Eventide Sigh
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1221 – 1230: Eventide Sigh
She Bless you! you are not eventide 1221 But killing dart to wedded bride! Hail sad eventide dim and grim 1222 Has your mate like mine, cruel whim! Wet eve came pale and trembling then 1223 Now it makes bold with growing pain. Lover away, comes eventide 1224 Like slayer to field of homicide. What good have I done to morning 1225 And what evil to this evening? Evening pangs I have not known 1226 When my lord nev'r left me alone. Budding at dawn burgeoning all day 1227 This disease blooms in evening gay. A deadly arm, this shepherd's flute 1228 Hails flaming eve and slays my heart. Deluding eve if it prolongs 1229 The whole town will suffer love-pangs. Thinking of him whose quest is wealth 1230 My life outlives the twilight stealth.

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