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Brewed wine, ingredient from the society I drank and broken the rest of my graveyard Alive I am, restlessness: a joy giver, a bard Caring whole worlds: the grief and anxiety. My thought, still you are in burning bricks I don't dare to put you out, in a solid phase What stops me! fear, fright or life; what? Wine up to brim, through tongue it drips, Willing not to die but to take heat from the all Strengthen me! As I promised peace for all I will go high to see, all, from the above star In thy sweet dream, I will sneak being so far. O death how much clothes do you have to cover? O fear from where thou come and over us hover? O My lost vision! Can't you capture, can't you see O life! ye the victim of time! O guest! I love thee. All intoxicated with the race: caste creed and religion Come to me, I will offer you drink of my relation Untie the tongue knotted with intestine and ask? Their reply, ' give me water and food ‘and nothing- ask?

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