My feeling,
The purest of the pure,
I know, You are, my dear,
You are my feeling of
Joy and not sorrow.
No question of sorrow
Where You are, my dear
I know, there is only light
And no existence of dark
And it is all colorful.
Your words are sweetened
By love, my dear, and
It is all blessing, here
At this sacred spot.
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