Hot more, cold more,
More happiness, more sorrow.
Let me show my face,
But how?
Nothing to define the truth,
Man, who can say anything,
It is only you.
The story, the scriptures
All are there.
Since I failed to
Read or hear,
That have no value.
Regret, I am unable to say,
What is there in the sky.
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