Although I am finite,
Am I not Yours, Father?"Daughter, you are."
Although I eat ignorance,Am I not Yours, Father?
"Daughter, you are."Although I forget to love You,
Am I not Yours, Father?"Daughter, you are.
My daughter sweet, you are." ```From:Sri Chinmoy,Europe-Blossoms, Aum Press, Puerto Rico, 1974
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