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You had come without telling anyone; | |||
Then You went with no intimation. | |||
Mine were still more songs... | |||
Still more songs were there for singing, | |||
With more cadence, more musical measure. | |||
I | I could not imagine | ||
in | You will come in such manner... | ||
Or that You will leave like this, | |||
Casting me away in tears. | |||
In all the dirt of the earth, | |||
Flowers unfold by the hundreds. | |||
Within their unblown buds, | |||
You left honey bequeathed. | |||
You | |||
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