Nothing Else Is Mine
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But your soul,
Lovely and sweet.
And it is all
In fragrant zone.
All dreams
All wild
All strange
All true.
And hence
I said death is
Like a fast track court.
Harvest seasons
No loitering but
Listen to birds sing.
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