My soul died long back;
When they asked me to fold my track,
While I was trying to stack the sacks,
Of happines and peaceful naps.
I was one with tearful fears,
Elsewhere there was a cheerful gear.
I was trying to regain the peaceful meet;
In the world of hatered and merciless feet.
I was one, the
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