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Why do we crave where is the Potion the Magician waves
The wind brings leaves and it is
Morn
The Earth wakes up the
Sun a little sleepy
Looks like it is Rains
But why again this Craving
We want to Satiate
But is it Right to Ingratiate
What is not yours
Then we shouldnt
Own or Disown
And yet the Craving the Longing to be One with is There
But Joys are Overlooked then Why not Celebrate
The Joys of Smiles in Faces the Birds have Started the
Flight
The Village
Wakes up
The Gentry go about
Doing What they Can
There is a Huge Big Slab
Of Clouds coming a Crashing
And the Sun breaks out of it Splendidly
The Morning Star is Gone and
An Official Day begins
With Many to do and Forget
But this Thought of Goodness
Is for You
The Gentle One
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