Knowledge Is Nector! !
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Thousands of flowers I'd pluck'd,
When I met them on my lonely paths:
On the hills top, lake shores and valleys.
I pick'd them all with my bare hands,
And brought them all to my hut.
Where they were separated!
By their fragarance, shape and colour
From my hands to others,
And adorn'd on others crown
But I ne'er felt the nothingness in me
As I'd the smallest fragrance in me
That led me to get the nector again
That I'd once tasted on my way
There're still flowers flourishing,
On the hills top, lake shores and valleys
And I'm on my way to reach there
To form my mind a beautiful garden
Like a bee buzzing around the flower
My heart is still beating for a flower
To drink its insatiable nector! ! ! !
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