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Rabindranath Tagore

Rabindranath Tagore

The Gardener: 48

Free me from the bonds of your sweetness, my love!  No more of this wine of kisses.
This mist of heavy incense stifles my heart.
Open the doors, make room for the morning light.
I am lost in you, wrapped in the folds of your caresses.
Free me from your spells, and give me back the manhood to offer you my freed heart.

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