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On | On the sweet night I had sat, in hand a wreath, | ||
Oh Who are You, came close to me? | |||
Recognize I could not, rank You did not inform; | |||
By hint You made it known there lies a story. | |||
With evening's love [[:wikipedia:Nyctanthes arbor-tristis|night-jasmine's]] wreath had been framed; | |||
I proclaimed: "Your grace this does beseech." | |||
You replied: "I have come, yourself have I loved; | |||
To calls within mind I am listening." | |||
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