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When the light burns as sensible primal being,
And wish you left this world, wish you could be alone,
Alone in the silence
As the pale beams of the Dying Sun,
Wish that feeble breeze went through
Your pores,
While you dream about the beauty
As a child again,
Beyond belief,
Beyond substance
And the reality,
Through the gates of human mind.
