I will foresee your
beauty to see through the water of tears.
You want to kill the darkness?
The vision of the wounds
appear and disappear. As far as I
remember, the Karma is your Almighty.
What is, and what is
not. You will not reach the end of
love. It haunts you when you sit on the pyre.
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