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In love with You have I been; | |||
I | What You feel, unknown it is. | ||
At heart's core I've kept etched | |||
Your portrait in lines attractive. | |||
By the magic of dawn's color crimson, | |||
What's in You we view in new fashion. | |||
By the setting sun's blood-red color, | |||
We sense You with fond attachment. | |||
At the game of hues, a passing cosmic fest, | |||
One and all, we concede You are the best. | |||
Secretly, in the universal psyche, | |||
Day and night, You go on working. | |||
In rhythm and melody, and in lyrics sweet, | |||
With enticement of love, You move on, dancing. | |||
In | Through worldly illusion with fascinating swings, | ||
in | By Your liila, spellbound are the living beings. | ||
You | |||
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