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It is the pang of separation that spreads throughout
The world and gives birth to shapes innumerable
Inthe infinitesky.
It is this sorrow of separation that gazes
Insilenceallnights fromstarto star
And becomes lyric among rustling leaves
InrainydarknessofJuly.
It is this overspreading pain that
Deepensintolovesand desires,
Into sufferings and joy in human homes;
Andthisitisthatevermeltsand
Flows in songs through my poet's heart.
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