I am there to me
And believe me
I am nothing.
You have put a muzzle
On me and I am here.
Believe me
I erase my name,
And everything.
You have told me
To proceed on.
The way is full of mystery,
The mynah is still there on the tree.
Muzziness is in me and in you,
Life is never in truth.
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