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 THE CURSE AT FAREWELL

Byes filled with h peaceful gratitude she'd raise,

Licking me, as she looked with thankful gaze.

Never shall I forget that calm, cool sight—

That body silky-sleek, fat, smooth, and white.

DEBJANI And Benumati ' too, our singing river, Remember.

KACH How shall I forget her ever? Through many a flowery copse, with joyous, sweet, Low-murmured tune, speeding on rapid feet, As though a woman of the village, thou Hast carried service, on thy holy vow

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