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ours!
How many wayfarers
stumbled on it, stopped, fell down! Leaving the path how many have turned away!
Again,
how many feet bled,
how many got wounded deeply! Where did they get properly treated? How could that be by the sinful stone....!
Only the idea of treatment today has arisen in it!
This too is a sign of luck;
further steps are not possible.
Lord! This is the prayer of the fallen
sinner
that
no matter, if not in this life,
in the next one... at least
'mara' we become 'marahama'...!
One more poem of four words"Mai do gala",
The first sense that comes out is that I am bilingual
speak something from inside something different from outside... mix poison in the milk.
Now the other sense comes before:
I am a bastard,
cheat, crafty and deceitful,
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