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Shrouding lines of sandalwood with mist, | |||
And darkening the light of dawn, | |||
You have come with | You have come with concept of newness, | ||
Assuming an awesome form. | Assuming an awesome form. | ||
Having cloaked in gloom familiar routes, | |||
All sweetness keeping hidden, | |||
Winter transitions have begun, | |||
Carrying affliction. | |||
On the | On the far bank of darkness | ||
Stay sunrays 'bruptly halted. | |||
Then for but a brief moment, | |||
The Lord of Light opens His eyes, | |||
And makes black fog meet infinite. | |||
Winter comes, my cousin, and so the light does rise, | |||
Causing all things to become more and more fine. | |||
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