It graces out the pride — the sky,
with a glimpse of the forever past;
and this world rejoices in pain,
but not the one who has claimed the self.
Take the ray, and make it a prayer,
till it shines — outside the dark,
inside, and outside…
It graces out the pride — the sky,
with a glimpse of the forever past;
and this world rejoices in pain,
but not the one who has claimed the self.
Take the ray, and make it a prayer,
till it shines — outside the dark,
inside, and outside…
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