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I make for you but away from you I
I make garlands for your pretty neck,
Selected rose from the garden of sky,
All are full of smells and free of speck
If I scatter the flowers under your feet,
I kiss the place where you are gone,
I roam sea to sea like a love fleet
I all day weep with a glee less tone
I wish to live with your being forever,
Two years period will die me soon
All my heart pleasures you devour,
Those who fall in love go to utter ruin.
I know not love O lady it makes me mad,
May be you are happy but I am very sad.
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