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Dancing beneath Your eyes everything proceeds, | |||
Under Your feet the Earth goes on enduring. | |||
The days of old, lays once intoned, | |||
The tales then told, inside You they flow. | |||
Many times I | Many times I have come; I have danced, and I have sung... | ||
Often I have loved, and often I have torn illusion. | |||
Many games I played | Many games I have played, and I have gone toward Thee; | ||
But, customarily, my world, to dust it keeps turning. | |||
Yet, in absence of You, this dusty earth does not exist; | |||
According to Your rhythm, it is ever drifting with heaven. | |||
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