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On a boisterous morn, why be still; | |||
why | Won't You speak Your mind to me? | ||
One who gave to You his everything, | |||
Why keep aloof even from him? | |||
On the blue sky of a moonlit night | |||
I have | I've diffused the nectar of my life; | ||
And with the gloom of a new moon, | |||
That pitch-black too I have assumed. | |||
Transcending blame and accolade, | |||
In Your melody was the tune I made. | |||
You are the smile upon my bloom... | |||
On happy days, a charming flute, | |||
On troubled nights, a fete of lights. | |||
Everything of mine You circumscribe. | |||
You are the smile | |||
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