Though it is the new sun I see , people imagine me to be the unwilling keen, Interest of interest and the shadow of moon, This life cycle is full of the gloom, Looking towards the felicity of the stranger I look, I imagine him as the hollow seeds, which no one can understand when the dark falls, Problematic issues and the collection of thoughts , just you are away from a pull of knots, pass the sitting stranger there, and reach to the way you have thought.
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