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Someday in the idle hours of life,
When raindrops will patter on sparkling leaves
When the sighs of past will come from the shores,
When ecstasy and agony arm in arm￼ will cry,
When the cry of fallen flowers will fill the sky,
Seek then, there is something left behind me...
At the edge of your life, it may lift your spirits,
It may take the form of a nameless dream,
But it is not a dream, it is my supreme truth,
My immortal love for you.
I treasure it as an ageless offering to you;
As I float in the changing course of time, in the journey of life and death.
O dear friend, I bid you farewell…..