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This my mental lute is rhythmless; | |||
It | It will sound only when He plays it. | ||
A | A melody made to mingle with His tune, | ||
It will have to be, to play on the lute. | |||
In every psychic state, He simply smiles; | |||
When | When offered seat, He does not sit beside. | ||
Where does heart's laughter go, floating off... | |||
In some land exotic, oh it just gets lost! | |||
Eyes gaze toward Him, but He fails to submit; | |||
He dances away with melodic magic. | |||
</poem> | </poem> | ||
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