The Gardener 48
Free me from the bonds of your sweetness, my love! No more of thiswine of kisses.This mist of heavy incense stifles my heart.Open the doors, make room for the morning light.I am lost in you, wrapped in the folds of your caresses.Free me from your spells, and give me back the manhood to offeryou my freed heart.
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The Gardener 48 is in the public domain. This text is taken from The Gardener, translated by the author from the original Bengali (Macmillan, London and New York, 1913; this text the 1915 printing), Project Gutenberg ebook #6686; the transcription's header, footer and licence were removed and nothing else was changed. You may copy, print and reuse it freely.
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