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In the compound of my tiny dwelling; | |||
You'd arrived, oh the Fount of Kindness. | |||
Never that could I imagine, | |||
Empathetic without end. | |||
With so many summer rains, I have gone on calling; | |||
On so many autumn evenings, I have gone on weeping. | |||
I have swung in the cradle of faith-to-despondency, | |||
Should You take notice, showing grace for a moment. | |||
This is inconceivable, it is unequaled; | |||
This copious exudation is a love immeasurable. | |||
Having turned up on Your own inside of an atom, | |||
You entered my fold, oh the Great Ocean. | |||
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