You don't have to go to the dale
To find her playing with a butterfly;
She would hide from you
As she is young and shy;
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I can't barter my freedom
Take away the riches with you
Don't display your dollars and pounds
To my countrymen who need freedom too
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I don’t know why I like to talk with you
In your language
Why I can’t withdraw my fingers from the keys
Till I finished the page;
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Dripping drops of diamond dews
Ice-cold beads encompassing numerous hues
Swirling down the peacock-green leaves
And get disappeared on the bed of sheaves.
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It is a surprise
How in rhythm with
The fluttering of wings
Of a butterfly your eyes
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The stars have gone behind the clouds
The moon has lost its sheen
In the thick night I weep like a child
Because I can no more call you mine
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Where thoughts are defiled with
Anger, greed, violence and pride;
Where mind revolts against the truth
And carries the lies as its guide;
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I open the door and feel the dawn
Descending upon my palm as I hurry
To have a walk across the lawn
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I am already down and out
I am almost dead and burning
Give me no more pain
I am already a fallen leaf
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I live inside me
Trapped by my thoughts
Good or bad
I let myself suffer for
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