You won't leave, You had said You won't leave;
Why did You go away, forsaking me?
What You'd planted, the tree
With bloom and fruit became replete.
I know You are the Earth's quintessence,
The celestial stream from Heaven... I accept.
Just to stay, not a thing would persist
If You with smiling face weren't attracting.
The source-stream of speech, of sense linguistic,
On a night direction-lost is vision's Polaris.
At Your tinkling sound, with mouth rumbling
A deadly flame forgets burning.
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Philosophically, I can see You could not leave.
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