Where is paradise
When we are ready
To barter away
Nectar for poison.
Let me ponder
The truth here
O brother, please
Don't go with grief
Over a trifling matter.
And where is the truth
O my dear, tell me here
On this smooth surface
I am the correct twister
And a good nurture for future.
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