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Ah, Who is leaving, going away, | |||
Wringing a corner of my psyche, | |||
Setting ablaze its dense woodlands, | |||
And battering me so? | |||
He goes, goes, goes; goes, goes, goes. | |||
Many Fall and Spring evenings | |||
And many fair mornings have passed; | |||
But many storms and thunderclaps | |||
Rolled by, my burning eyes crying. | |||
His | In flower gardens is but His luster; | ||
In distant heavens, the sun's just He; | |||
Only for Him I suffer everything, | |||
Countless trials and tribulations. | |||
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