To forget about You should I wish,
By no means am I able!
Gently smiling, on mind risen,
The import You give.
You dwell at core of my psyche;
In the thought-realm's every deed.
A mind far removed from You,
Lone it does not remain.
When was it, on which autumn evening,
That You'd come dressed in jasmine?
You told me: "I am yours;
Don't forget about Me."
By no means am I able!
Gently smiling, on mind risen,
The import You give.
You dwell at core of my psyche;
In the thought-realm's every deed.
A mind far removed from You,
Lone it does not remain.
When was it, on which autumn evening,
That You'd come dressed in jasmine?
You told me: "I am yours;
Don't forget about Me."
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He tells me not to do what for me cannot be done.
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