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LXXXIV
It is the pang of separation that spreads throughout
the world and gives birth to shapes innumerable in the infinite
sky.
It is this sorrow of separation that gazes in silence all nights
from star to star and becomes lyric among rustling leaves in rainy
darkness of July.
It is this overspreading pain that deepens into loves and
desires, into fierings and joy in human homes; and this it is that
ever melts andfiows in songs through my poet's heart.
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