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I like to live thousand nights in one night.
To leave my eager soul into the deeper soil,
Where no wonderer find its soul.

So deep inside the soul.
I like to let leave
my thousand outward identity given by you.

You. Who always show me from the outside window
Never came into the window of in!
I like to give my birdlike thought-

‘A guitar and an invisible flute to flee away.
With the desolate joy of the infinite sky’

And that’s how- my may make me!

-who or here?

Brahmana Dream