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Mind
Millions of thoughts are queued in the mind
And one of them wandered like a nomad with unrequited questions
Nobody to console
And no barricade to stop on borders
An intense fragrance of the burning camphor ...
And one of them wandered like a nomad with unrequited questions
Nobody to console
And no barricade to stop on borders
An intense fragrance of the burning camphor ...
