Have you lain down on the
grass at night
And covered yourself with heavens,
Opening your heart to the future,
Forgetful of the past?
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Give me the Nay and sing,
The song in tune with hearts.
The laments of the Nay will linger
Beyond the fading of sins. Give me the Nay and sing,
Unmindful of troubles and cures.
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For each man
Is nothing more than a watercolor sketch.