(81) Svapner ghore din cale jay
In a dreamlike trance, the day passes;
Yet ever moving on is the rule.
The day passes and is not seen again;
To not see it again is the rule.
Words once spoken, pains once suffered,
Are lost in the infinite.
Day after day passes.
Those whose birth was long ago,
Their history is still more ancient.
On the surreal strings of heart's lyre,
They remain twined in melody.
Those who are lost to us
Live on in Your imagination.
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