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Amid the mind, that near I want Thee; | |||
it is | Staying far, how hard it is. | ||
In every occupation, I think about You shyly, | |||
In seclusion having waited. | |||
All the petals in a tiny grove of psyche, | |||
When they had been burgeons unfolding, | |||
Then from the bud of me, | |||
A golden vigor, it spills over. | |||
Come still closer, oh my Darling; | |||
Honey in heart is replete. | |||
Flowers have bloomed in many hues varied, | |||
The floral garden is embellished. | |||
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