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Today, on | Today, at dawn and feeling lonely, | ||
I remembered... it occurred to me | |||
That with You on a same light-dripping morning, | |||
We had met on the mountain-peak, | |||
On the mountain-peak. | |||
Then, in that remote [[:wikipedia:Neolamarckia cadamba|kadam]] bower, | |||
There had been a floral sweetness and a sweetness mental. | |||
In that mental paradise, with the chiming of obtainment, | |||
Myself had they been binding with fetters of love, | |||
With fetters of love. | |||
Today, by a mound of snow the flowers have got covered; | |||
And the pleasure garden, it has lost both form and color. | |||
Yet still today, privately, in the psychic bower, | |||
Your love has stuck around, full up to the brim, | |||
Full up to the brim. | |||
it | |||
Your love | |||
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