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You have come | With a fresh hue You have come; | ||
I sing the triumph of the new. | |||
My heart's despair You've removed; | |||
No dark granules remain. | |||
On mountain and sea, and in the dense jungle, | |||
You are resplendent in every conception. | |||
You are | To have or have not, the pain of dejection— | ||
Nowhere are we dispossessed. | |||
That which was secret, in my mind concealed, | |||
A hand You stretched out even to there. | |||
To suppress anything, to screen my feelings— | |||
Never is found opportunity. | |||
there | |||
</poem> | </poem> | ||
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