You please arrive with life and lantern
In my psychic box of gems.
The Splendor Celestial, come with love;
Let it be poured upon a heart barren.
You're my meditation and cognition, You're my private deity;
More than heaven, full of sweetness, Providence is You only.
Thought of You alone, a honeyed sensibility,
A parched life it fills with ambrosia.
Along Your path, oh I am moving,
Just Your love in my breast holding
And Your name always invoking
Upon existential river's course.
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I take You with what's left of me.
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