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 1 Intro,  1|    master's home-coming in the empty house, are images of the
 2 Intro,  2| pleasure of my playmate of the empty days to draw my heart on
 3 Intro,  2|        sand and they play with empty shells. With withered leaves
 4 Text,  19|     knew it not. My basket was empty and the flower remained
 5 Text,  23|    whose sack of provisions is empty before the voyage is ended,
 6 Text,  37|       and night, are false and empty to the core. ~As the night
 7 Text,  40|        and my basket is nearly empty.  The morning time is past,
 8 Text,  50|       this cry! Greet him with empty hands, lead him into thy
 9 Text,  59|        sand and they play with empty shells. With withered leaves
10 Text,  81|  claims it, and thine altar is empty of all offerings to the
11 Text,  88| pleasure of my playmate of the empty days to draw my heart on
12 Text,  89|     will never let him go with empty hands. ~All the sweet vintage
13 Text,  93|       start on my journey with empty hands and expectant heart. ~
14 Text,  97|      in exceeding pain, and my empty heart will sob out in music