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The [[:wikipedia:Mimusops elengi|bakul]] flowers have dropped to the ground. | |||
Those tiny sparks of hope have all gone out, | |||
But to some place their pollen's floated away. | |||
With and without light Your game goes on; | |||
Ever You've been playing with everyone. | |||
Sometimes honey You give; sometimes You but take it... | |||
When flowers fall, we might get fruit. | |||
Your | Your chariot wheels are always spinning; | ||
From pleasure to pain they're rotating. | |||
That much I realize, and so is it any surprise... | |||
Lo, the fallen bakul have returned on Your garland. | |||
have | |||
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