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You burst upon the canvas of my mind.{{#tag:ref|In the philosophy of [[Ananda Marga]], this is usually referred to as the "mental plate".|group="nb"}} | You burst upon the canvas of my mind.{{#tag:ref|In the philosophy of [[Ananda Marga]], this is usually referred to as the "mental plate".|group="nb"}} | ||
You came | On a silent night You came | ||
With a flourish of harpstrings. | |||
The sky | The sky teemed with minstrelsy; | ||
You let me catch hold unreservedly. | |||
You became mine in dream.. | You became mine in dream.. |