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Night, at the stroke of twelve India rings her Independence bell. Night, at the stroke of twelve India rings her Independence bell.
Why? Time flies...no one calls me to share Chanting God's name, aghast! nothing is clear. Why? Time flies...no one calls me to share Chanting God's name, aghast! nothing...
The poem is about varied teaching. The poem is about varied teaching.