Touch not, touch not,
It is all the sun,
It is all the rain.
I am on the way,
Touch not, touch not,
I am silent here.
I am washing my face,
I am preparing myself to compose,
Touch not, touch not.
Think and say,
It is your face.
Say and feel,
It is your life,
Nothing but honey-hive.
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