: Trumbu Karang Alam
Passing stranger! you do not know how longingly I look upon you,
You must be he I was seeking (it comes to me as of a dream,)
I have somewhere surely lived a life of joy with you,
All is recalled as we flit by each other, fluid, affectionate, chaste, matured,
You grew up with me, were a boy with me,
I ate with you and slept with you, your body has become not yours only nor left my body mine only,
You give me the pleasure of your eyes, face, flesh, as we pass,
I am not to speak to you, I am to think of you when I sit alone
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