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Yourself I've viewed on a stream of mercy; | |||
Why that's so I don't perceive. | |||
Like it or not, oh the Knower Of Psyche, | |||
As I honor everything, Yourself only I revere. | |||
With Your smile the flower has bloomed; | |||
in | Affection dwells in Your flute. | ||
With sweetness Yours nectar exudes; | |||
There's a light-beam flashing. | |||
Engulfing both the near and far, You've persisted; | |||
Without body You are wearing distilled pigments. | |||
Having mused upon You mid the flurry of existence, | |||
Into my very being I drag Thee. | |||
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