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Drowsiness descends on eyes | |||
Even with a gentle splendor. | |||
Hey Master, on flute Thine | |||
Giving call, please make conscious. | |||
Like a stream of heaven's nectar, | |||
To infuse still more luster, | |||
With Your many modes of music | |||
Please emit a surging current. | |||
I have nothing more to wish; | |||
Gloomy dark, Lord, You've abolished. | |||
My net of illusion You have ripped; | |||
Please make heard the song of freedom. | |||
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