flute carpeting my footstep
on my silent journey east
where i'll meet goddess
everybody wanted to reach
even mute like jaded leaves
they try every moment to death
i wanted to see if there's beauty
for me to tell when i come back
to warn those unknowing desires
secrets of path, should ever be
for now i will play wind at distance
let juice of fruits satisfy my thirst
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