-no heart pain yet they were sleepless nights
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----world will stamp your life of separation from joy
----be silent on the ardent love we have for one another.
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--when does the mood descend on abandoned houses
--questions me the night of separation after you are gone.
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---night of separation and lamp burning with desire
--becomes a gathering of presence and solitude of lonesomeness
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