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You and you alone can perceive
The past, present and future.
Man, in Nature's lap,
Wonders if he can clap
To get through a SAP!
Oblivious he does become,
Of the source he has come from,
Futile are our trials,
Fragile are our lives,
Docile are our claims,
Forgetful are we, to run and roll after trivialities,
Losing our tempers,
With little realization that,
Our journey ought to be towards You.
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