* * * He Has Created Me
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He has created me
From dew of roses...
for That, I by sang
As the rain -drop...
I was rejoiced
And he was glad...
To our to the sun
We meets as larks....
when the stars laughed
At ours of whims, then...
As the children of moons,
We meet every night so one's...
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