.You see the body in the Buddhi tree,
The mind of a clear mirror of me,
Strive to clean so as to see,
And not let the dust gather to be,
Oh, Charioteer,
What is here?
You see the sick, old, dying and wisdom,
For the Fourth I'd give all my kingdom,
Yeah... shit,
Your.
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