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PoetSeers Sri Chinmoy Thirteen Love-Flames He Is Gone

He Is Gone

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He is gone, my Love, my Lord Supreme
is gone,
Leaving me safe our tempest ecstasy's sky.
He is gone, my Love, my Lord Supreme
is gone,
Leaving me safe His Wings to Him to fly.

- Sri Chinmoy