Getting up and seeing an sunny ray
i thank it and reached the bay
let me bathe i told friends
i saw a guy near bunds
drinking roughly what was matter
replying bestmatter of letter
fruckled him and went to home
after days it was same
its aim to die in love
replied mates doubted by how
thanking me for my kindness
its pay toto your blindness
went home andmiserable thanking
poet's madness andsence lacking
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