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Late one night of autumn, betwixt You and me, | |||
Amid [[:wikipedia:Nyctanthes arbor-tristis|jasmines]] blossoming, our acquaintance. | |||
On enchanted lower lip, repeatedly, | |||
What had happened, there is no forgetting that. | |||
With You was Your charming flute; | |||
and | Lively and playful, Your eyes two. | ||
By that flute, the universe, dance-rapt; | |||
By those eyes, the world, sweetness-packed. | |||
Much time has elapsed consequently; | |||
Many a nebula and star have come into being. | |||
how | How much has arrived, how much has disappeared; | ||
But still now that memory is filled with fragrance. | |||
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