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Mithu Sen

You lie down – in your lone, bleak room

You lie down – in your lone, bleak room.
I, too, lie – speechless, feverish.
Let our distance, now – be immortal.

You lie down – in your lone, bleak room

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You lie down – in your lone, bleak room

You lie down – in your lone, bleak room.
I, too, lie – speechless, feverish.
Let our distance, now – be immortal.

You lie down – in your lone, bleak room

You lie down – in your lone, bleak room.
I, too, lie – speechless, feverish.
Let our distance, now – be immortal.
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