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LIX
Yes, I know, this is nothing but thy love, O beloved of
my heart this golden light that dances upon the leaves, these
idle clouds sailing across the sky, this passing breeze leaving its
coolness upon my forehead.
The morning light
has flooded my eyes this is thy message to my
heart. Thy face is bent from above, thy eyes look down on my eyes,
and my heart has touched thy feet.
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