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DO NOT LEAVE me and go, for it is night.

The road through the wilderness is lonely and dark and lost in tangles:

The tired earth lies still, like one blind and without a staff.

I seem to have waited for this moment for ages to light my lamp and cull my flowers.

I have reached the brink of the shoreless sea to take my plunge and lose myself for ever.

 

 

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