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My kin, life does not stay halted; | |||
We | We dance onward, toward the formless. | ||
We come | We did not come here for weeping; | ||
Through cadence and song we tell a story. | |||
In outer space plies the distant nebula; | |||
Swaying to its mood and tempo is mind's gem. | |||
The dust-mote, also it moves every instant; | |||
And | And in bosom of straw, a bud does blossom. | ||
Heart's ardor and cognition's luster, | |||
All despair they trample over. | |||
My kin, life does not get halted. | |||
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