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Now I am lost;
I see no beginning, no end;
Nor do I want to;
For I want to be lost,
Lost without an identity,
So that all that remains,
Is her.
She did to me,
What the Divine,
Does to the devotee:
She made me her,
And I am no more;
Ah, Love! Don’t you see,
What you have made of me?
