A golden plate seen in the stream
When someone tried to grab
It was far deep beyond his reach
Then there he heard a smile
It was from the heights where it smiled
You man is the crazy one
You man is always hungry
The hunger and thirst for grabbing wealth
Here, my shade is in the water
You thought it as a golden plate.
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