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1 Pre   |      from God, from whom all flows. Some go so far as to prefer
2 II    | would'st drink the wine that flows~From Life's bejewelled goblet,
3 V(*)  |  buried: the stream Ruknabad flows near at hand.~Stanza 2.--
4 VI    |    sward;~It floweth past-so flows thy life away,~So sweetly,
5 VII(*)| plane-trees. The water which flows in numberless streams through
6 XVIII |   wine that from thy red lip flows,~Are they that e'en the
7 XXIV  |     my garment's hem~A river flows; perchance my cypress-tree~
8 XXX   |   milk from a mother's bosom flows,~At his word let my heart