So soon as thou didst love me,
So soon as thou 
madest me thine, 
So soon as thou madest 
me the bee of the lotus 
which is thy feet, Then, then, without a word to me, 
Thou didst depart;
And I knew nothing, 
my love! Oh, 
I knew nothing then!                
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