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Flowers, when their petals spread,
In Whose direction do they gaze?
Their bosoms full of sweetness,
Silently, in the mild breeze, they sway.
Their two large eyes wide open,
Coated with a magic, blue cosmetic,
Imbued with deep yearning, the celestial nymphs...
Toward which distant place, to music do they drift?
Take my mind's inner desires and set them afloat,
Hearing from the Infinite a call unknown,
The moonbeams and the bright starwinks
And Your loving flute all sing in the same one melody.
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Eventually, everyone is drawn to Him.
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