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You burst upon the canvas of my mind.{{#tag:ref|In the philosophy of [[Ananda Marga]], this is usually referred to as the "mental plate".|group="nb"}}
You burst upon the canvas of my mind.{{#tag:ref|In the philosophy of [[Ananda Marga]], this is usually referred to as the "mental plate".|group="nb"}}


You came in the silent night
On a silent night You came
with the tinkling of the lyre string.
With a flourish of harpstrings.
The sky was full of poems,
The sky teemed with minstrelsy;
and I charmingly got hold of you.
You let me catch hold unreservedly.


You became mine in dream..
You became mine in dream..