I'm not going to quit, let, them to -
ruin me, I'm sure one day,
I'll emerge from
these stormy
waves,
there's a path which goes through
your eyes, still edges of bliss
are awaited in your
conscience,
so far,
on the ruins of ancient shrine, the
unseen earthen lamps aren't
extinguished - -
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