O battle-weary scoundrel
O hot-headed flippant,
Deception is full of your intentions
When the veneer of justice and revolution falls away...
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Oh candle, oh melting candle,
I am an ancient shaman.
From the bison-cave-forest's edge,
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I have come to this digital world by walking from the middle Ages.
My body still smells of mangrove forests and canal mud.
I have come to Dhaka, a huge city in the world full of tradition.
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Sometimes a moment ignites in sheer prayer,
Unto the swelling clouds of heavy rain—
'Take flight, take flight, O cloud, O tear-filled shroud,
Weep not, I plead! Float far, fly high, O cloud! '
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A sadness akin to the night descends
Upon a distant harbor.
Where row upon row of priceless pride
Stand with head bowed low, devoid of worth.
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Eliza, Eliza,
You once said—God is like pain!
Today, swimming back through three thousand years,
I long to say—wrong, so wrong, O killer Eliza!
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