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If one day
A warm breeze suddenly blows,
know that my soul is with you. . .
If one day from a fountain,
you thirstily drink water,-
know that I am weeping. . .
If one day, you see a withered rose on the ground,
Know that, I’m on the way in quest for You.
If one day your name in my lips,
Becomes a desperate cry,
and my soul should suddenly extinguish,
Hear my call, come to My voice. . .
And one day at the at zenith of the sky,
you should see me,
Know that I am with you,
Extend me your hand. . .

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