You don't know him,
He doesn't know you too,
Both of you are precious pilgrims
In this glorious realm,
You walk honestly
Towards your great destination,
He too moves sincerely
Towards his important goal,
This way both of you go on
With perfect rhythm,
For this the world is true and genuine
In all seasons,
It's amazing indeed.
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