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Flute ever-filled with a tune of mystery, | |||
Who are You that came into my psyche! | |||
You arrived without notice, having come You gave no tip; | |||
into my | But with a thrill You demolished lethargy. | ||
At first I could not think a bit; | |||
What occurred, I received not a hint. | |||
Afterward, gradually, around a feeling, | |||
Through vibration You allowed ascending. | |||
This sensory perception fits no comparison; | |||
You | It is just unmerited compassion. | ||
All capacity worldly and all logic, | |||
is | Admitting defeat, they grovel at Your feet. | ||
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