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On a night of pouring rain, with tempest and hurricane, | |||
You had arrived, affording grace. | |||
Silently, secretly, on a lonesome forest trail, | |||
You had stepped out for my sake. | |||
Lightning scorching with thunderous bolts, | |||
Still You'd come and perched on my heart's throne. | |||
You | Casting not an eye to obstruction, | ||
You came to me, abrim with love. | |||
Breaking the sky, in torrents was the rain falling; | |||
Wet had it become, and very slippery. | |||
With rainwater had Your eyelids become veiled; | |||
Brushing that away, having taken form, You came. | |||
You came | |||
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