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My Thirst

My thirst for Joy supreme

Appeased, and now remain I mute.

My Lord, my Lord Supreme,

My dreams now play with Thy Golden Flute.

I drink with Thee Thy Bliss;

Thy Will, Thy Vision-Sun are mine.

To lift the earth-bound life

Into the skies, my vow divine.

 
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