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Even having called a hundred times, You did not reply; | |||
You | After many a song, You accorded swing. | ||
Speechless had You become, unmoved unchangingly; | |||
You | But through cadence and beat You came near. | ||
By that | By that sway of Yours, the earth You excited greatly; | ||
Life You infused into an inert body. | |||
You arrayed with a [[:wikipedia:Girdle|girdle]] of beauty, | |||
With sky and air in hues ultramarine. | |||
Once having come, You were not going away; | |||
Bringing sweetness | Willingly the world You could not forsake. | ||
You | Bringing a sweetness mid heart's nave, | ||
Therein every moment You went on staying. | |||
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