And I enjoyed the life
In my hunger strike,
In my clay but in dry skin.
I enjoyed the life
Upheld the bearded face
With the colours of
Blue and black and red,
And I said one who is in truth
Follow me, sit with me,
Dance with me and speak something
On the ocassion in between
The hell and the heaven.
Each and everyone joined the core
And raised their voice together.
Hearing the cry the minister came
Adnitted their unlawful acts
And cheers with us merry breath.
I felt the joy was so truth,
But alas it was all melted
In dew drops with the rising sun.
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