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Garma
Garam More |
Poetry |
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HASTE, O PHYSICIAN HASTEHASTE, O physician, haste!A death-like swoon is seizing me.Is it love or a cup of poison?The sun again is hidden from my view,Only the sky looms intense scarlet with the dyeof His feet.Come again, my love, come again!Haste, O physician, haste!A death-like swoon is seizing me.
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