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All This Time |
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All this time I wished to be with you, Though all the while I somehow knew You were a dream too big to be true And so now, when my pulse, like a soft drum, Beats my departure, telling heavens that I come I, all with the might of my goodness say Join my hands and make this pray That when my grave is broken up again For some second guest to entertain I wish, you be my honorable guest And so we may then forever rest And sure, will we not be then alone; Your bracelets of hair entangled with my bone And someone who might just pass us by May say that here a loving couple lie.
: Himanshu (1997) |
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