I'll sustain to the birds-"
Not a while or a poised through-"
Wild path of their nature,
Disregard if they meet or depart.
Uttered evermore of ages and ages!
Hence shall not change my ink;
While it be leafless towards-"
Forlorn of old -age purity, foliage.
I would live under its shade;
Blessed me with his supreme life-"
This soul will follow -
A lightening groove,
Where you'll tread into lotus-feet.
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