Oh You, why don't You come near?
Of sweetness I keep listening,
But in action I don't see.
Calling, calling, days have gone by;
Nights transpire with tears in eyes.
Though having seen, didn't You notice?
Having heard, You don't hear.
On strings of my inmost lyre,
To jingling notes You give rise.
But fondness You just furnish;
You don't wish to receive.
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Why must Your love go unrequited?
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