Think not, I am impure.
I belong to the air,
And the air is pure as you know.
I belong to the sky,
And the sky is pure, you know.
I belong to the hills and rivers,
And oceans and the earth,
And they are all pure, you know.
How can I be impure,
When I am part of the sun
That is burning at every moment.
I am pure, see me, test me,
And I travel from here to there,
And from there to here for nectar.
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