I am crying,
And I am dying,
Years together.
But no one is here
To hear me as yet.
I am in a dark hole,
I am in a blind well,
But I find no way
To go out, and
I am not able to
Free myself from
Material entanglement.
I am sure to die,
How can I fly!
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