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On a pitch-black night, clouds rumbling,
Acquaintance I made with Thee;
I'd realized Your identity.
The story of that stormy night,
Indelibly it's writ upon my mind.
The stars were concealed, hiding behind the clouds;
The moon sat not on that dark night's brow.
But for the drumbeat of the rain, all was serene;
You were standing by my side, the Lord of psyche.
In darkness You visited;
In darkness we got acquainted.
With lamp in hand You'd appeared,
And so You came into my grasp,
In that bright light, oh my Lord of beauty.
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His lantern provides all the light we need.
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