O Lord of my love, Your ruthless absence has now
Broken asunder my feeble heart.No cure!
My pride august is exiled in oblivion's cave.The dance of utter ruin is my solace sure.
```From:Sri Chinmoy,My first friendship with the Muse, Sri Chinmoy Lighthouse, New York, 1973
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