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<h2> Kashmiri Song </h2>
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Pale hands I love beside the Shalimar,<br/>
Where are you now? Who lies beneath your spell?<br/>
Whom do you lead on Rapture's roadway, far,<br/>
Before you agonise them in farewell?<br/>
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Oh, pale dispensers of my Joys and Pains,<br/>
Holding the doors of Heaven and of Hell,<br/>
How the hot blood rushed wildly through the veins<br/>
Beneath your touch, until you waved farewell.<br/>
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Pale hands, pink tipped, like Lotus buds that float<br/>
On those cool waters where we used to dwell,<br/>
I would have rather felt you round my throat,<br/>
Crushing out life, than waving me farewell!<br/></p>
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