My Hands Are My Leaves
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My hands are my leaves
With folded hands I am
Offering my prayer
My heart is my flower
I am submitting my heart
My love to you, my dear
My actions are for you
I am giving all the fruits
Of my performances at your feet
My tears are pious water
I am crying for you
O my dear, come to my rescue.
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