Beloved, do come to my residence;
Having opened door, I sit waiting.
I have lit a torch, I've strung a wreath;
An altar, I have kept it neat.
I've no one to call my own;
Private thoughts, which do I make known?
So in plenty and in need, I want You alone;
A load of love, poured I've let be.
Hey, the ever-sweet One nearest,
Stay with me in life, in death.
In heat like cremation, with cow-milk as offset,
A flower-bud I've kept replete.
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To continue, I need You.
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