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The touch of life, the joy of song, | |||
You are | You are my Dearest Love. | ||
In my crept-up state of lethargy, | |||
A song You sang, oh Peerless One. | |||
There is no end to sweetness; | |||
So too I find no end to song... | |||
With dance and tones in heart's abode, | |||
Pregnant with purpose, like ambrosia. | |||
In winter, the caress of warmth, | |||
In summer, luscious coolness... | |||
Ungrudgingly upon lute-strings, | |||
That You dispensed, Unruly One. | |||
You | |||
</poem> | </poem> | ||
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