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1 pages, Audio CD
First published June 9, 2020
At the close of the day when life's toil fades away,
And all so peaceful sleep,
No rest do I find since Thou left one behind, 'Till
Death around me doth creep.
Bitter nights of despair hath made fragrant the air,
Tear drops hath turned into dew,
I watch and I wait 'till Thou openeth the gate, And
Thy love leadeth one through.
"untitled," Noor Inayat Khan