I shall see you by daylight,
If not, by moonlight,
If not, by star-light,
If not, under the roof by lamp,
Or at least by a candle,
And none coming to my rescue,
In my own dream,
Which none can usurp.
To me you’re never shut.
23.01.99, Pollachi.
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