Make me clear, O my dear
I am here and for which
This body is with me
I do not know my past
And the future.
Let me know O my dear
Who are you and coming
Again and again always
With so many thoughts
I do not know the consequences
There of.
Right and wrong
I do not know and here
I am in light-dark
The field in which I play
I dance I do not know
O my dear, you please
Show me by an illustration
Of yet again with your
Presentation in my form.
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