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When the twin rivers will be lashing at your feet
The mortal hushes will call you in the perfume garden
You will hear my call to obey the God's wishes
We will be swimming across the great ocean in love.

We will reach the garden at the far away corner
I will breathe my last at your bosom
And you will dance with your desiring feet at the perfume garden.

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