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Near the fruity tree lies his
grave,
He who died for a loaf of bread.
Time you walk round the watch,
Moon round the earth,
Earth around the sun;
We are all to follow; my son
You walk around me,
Round you shall walk your son.
Like drops in river,
So do desires in mind,
Rise and succeed,
On the command of time.
- Ms. Ekta K. Kalra
copyright 2000
to Ekta /
to Moongate
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