In his youthful days
Without speaking a word
He can penetrate a heart
Holding her by his mind,
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Beyond the mist,
There stands the lofty mountain.
Mist hovers around the mountain,
Making it neither too visible nor too blind.
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There are slow winds to push our sails
There are low waves to tide over miles
In the mighty sea of status quo
We are rightly sailing for progress
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By seeing him melting
You melt yourself
Oh! My Angel White Ice
On Self transformation
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The treasure hunt had begun
Without naming the treasure
The pairs of legs kept moving and moving
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Crows are known for calling friends
Crows are known for sharing food
To call anybody
Kaa kaa kaa
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