This my mind's ruby garland,
Only for You is it kept.
Coming close and smiling supple,
It You don like charming dress.
What I have strung on the thread,
It gets not offered as a present.
When given it is like my own self;
And then alone, on sight it twinkles.
It gets not torn, this thread of love;
It does not dry up when becoming morn.
In but own thoughts it stays absorbed;
It hears not what who has spoken.
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What the world speaks I don't hear.
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