In my tender years, I heard of a God Who hates childish inclinations, In my tender years, I heard of a God Who hates childish inclinations,

Take a ride to see the unseen Say hi to the unknown Take a ride to see the unseen Say hi to the unknown

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I know of a hundred worlds I never lived in, I delve into a thousand lives I have never met... I know of a hundred worlds I never lived in, I delve into a thousand lives I ...

Neither crowded with untold stories, Nor waiting for a unknown friend. Neither crowded with untold stories, Nor waiting for a unknown friend.

The poem defines death as an unknown stranger. The poem defines death as an unknown stranger.