Let me locate You
O my dear, near a river,
Discover snake's hole
With cobra therein,
And a grave-yard,
Sandal wood scents
Find there a Neem tree
Without any cutting
Or cutting marks,
No bird rest on that tree
Let me locate You
On that tree, my dear,
With all symptoms of
Truth and love and everything.
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