What are you thinking
If you want to listen
Be ready and come,
In the early morning
After bathing.
Go not anywhere
With fear,
Let the lone bird
Sing there, and
Let me ride on the air.
I am in my own city, see,
I am talking to myself
Day and nights. Please
Let me not AGAIN explore my thinking.
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