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Long occupying Your own mind,
Whose story do You study?
You may consider whatever You like;
I know You don't think of my plight.
Neglected, my days, they have gone by,
Many a dawn unto the fall of night;
I've endured so much travail...
Do You not know my pain?
A flower's unfolded in conditions right,
Body touched by golden light;
That flower now withers under searing heat...
Do You not feel its misery?
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