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The Mind

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My mind is like a whale in the approaching evening
That dives into the night's sea;
Yet I hear that far-off sound
Imprisoned in the breast of this body.
The sun has wiped out the tinge of evening cloud from
the tired minaret,

No movement in the air
Not realizing that no rest until deep sleep in this black night.
Yet the tired and dejected nerve's fatigued movement

Brings the dream of hectic speed,
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