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Mystic Pain

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There is no pain to see 

my words sinking into the abyss of time.

Should I pity myself !

O readers !pour your fresh raindrops..

And there was none.

How fool I was to pity myself !

Nay,I adore my words, wreath of lines.

the readers,the audience,the listeners -

you are so mingy over the years.

Buy I must not.

I will cry out and recite all my lines

to all the trees,air and chirping birds.

I heard a feeble clap from somewhere .


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