That I were sitting in the shade of a green hill,
Beside a rosy beloved.
That I were sitting at the side of the Maker,
Thy heart would be moulded with silk.
That you were sullen and I kissed your eyes
While sitting beside, nervous as a criminal.
That I were sprinking dust on my wounds,
Sitting in the way of my murderous love.
That I were sitting idle close to you
While you were combing your spread out hair.
That I was always sitting as near to you,
As the mole on your cheek.
That we were sitting at the mouth of cave,
Contented with the leaves of wild trees.
That we were shivering from the chilliness of cold,
Sitting beside the cataracts of Abaseen.
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