Do not grant to dwell in this symphonious stillness,
The time when the spells of thoughts arise, awake,
A pall staleness of trickster time, embraces the air,
Happiness, like a charm, lures to mystic pleasures,
Letting lose the taut body and the vigil conscious,
Into an infinite ebb, defying time, yet, soundless,
Into the wo
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