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Waiting and waiting, I keep reckoning the time; | |||
How many days will I go on counting? | |||
How much longer will I wait like this, tell me please, | |||
Staring at Your pathway, will I always be? | |||
This star blossoms on the deep-blue sky, | |||
But it gets hid when the thick cloud arrives. | |||
This Your game is an unkind liila– | |||
How much more time will I view it? | |||
With cool, sweet southern breeze on the wind, | |||
April-May's northwesters come to devour it. | |||
With autumn's bright clouds over reeds and grass, | |||
The coldish prewinter does ravage that. | |||
As You do not want to remain, | |||
Then go, having come and explained: | |||
Yourself how will I attain? | |||
come and | |||
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