Within the mind You are concealed;
Secret thoughts, them all You perceive.
To talk a bit never comes to pass;
Even before speaking, You already hear.
Of days and nights, those I've collected,
All the flower-colors' love-threads,
Tears from every eye throughout existence,
And also a tiny song, held do You keep.
In Your presence I want naught;
In Your knowledge is my all.
What You wish, do only that;
Still closer please pull me.
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But if You would just bring me nearer anyway.
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