Why should I call You
When I know You are
Within me and directing me
To do this that,
Directing me to tell
This that.
I know You are doing all
I am only a dry straw,
Being a man of straw
How can I call You
You are as big as the sky
That is not within my imagination.
Let me say from my side, I know not what is loss
What is profit and what is sorrow, what is happy.
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