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Passing Breeze

Passing Breeze

1 min 120 1 min 120

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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