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 "They tell me I may be deceived, I neither care nor know, A lesser love might well be grieved, With me it is not so. My Lord has lain within these arms, And all the rest may go!"

"Shrivelled and aged, with never a rest, I wearily wander from Shrine to Shrine. But Vishnu is branded across my breast; The Gods themselves were once lovers of mine!"

"I went to him as a willing bride, He did not use me ill, A little, perhaps, he broke my pride Against his reckless will.

"But any sorrowful time of tears Through which he made me go, I minded not, for in after years, I loved his children so!"

"I am clothed with the gold and the kisses of men And, nightly, new love-songs impassion the air; For awhile I shall dance in the torchlight, and then Comes darkness; and desolate depths of despair.

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