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# Some Verses From Tibetan Love-songs.

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Some Verses From Tibetan Love-songs. of «Folk tales from Tibet» by William Frederick Travers, Sir O'Connor: the whole text, 10 sentences and 164 words. The small number after every sentence leads to its own page with its syntax tree and pragmatics, parsed by Mova itself.

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A woman sings to a man whose affection for her is waning:[1](1/ "tree and pragmatics")

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“As a great mountain, with its cooling streams, Nourishes the little fields far down below, Do you, my lover, with a stream of love, Nourish the heart of her who loves you so.”[2](2/ "tree and pragmatics")

The man replies to the woman:[3](3/ "tree and pragmatics")

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“When autumn chills destroy the honeyed flowers, The bees must do without their favourite food; So when my passion cools, and dies my love, You should submit to this my changéd mood.”[4](4/ "tree and pragmatics")

A man sings to a woman:[5](5/ "tree and pragmatics")

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“Up every rocky cliff some path exists, If one can find a guide to show the way; So to your heart some avenue must lead, Teach me, forthwith, that path of love, I pray.”[6](6/ "tree and pragmatics")

The woman replies:[7](7/ "tree and pragmatics")

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“Were I inclined to grant this fruit \[12\] to you, The gift were thine at once—to-day, to-morrow.[8](8/ "tree and pragmatics") But oh\![9](9/ "tree and pragmatics") I fear that lurking at your back, Are demons red \[13\] to bring me endless sorrow.”[10](10/ "tree and pragmatics")

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