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Wanted! Freinds!
Yearning to enjoy, the brimming cup
of love,
I've been knocking at the doors of
men.
As I grew, my knuckle turned thick-skinned,
Knocking at the doors of men for love.
Only resonance of silence, greeted
me from behind the doors,
Never to be knuckled under, I continue
knocking!
Strange is love, never a stranger parts
with it,
And am I a stranger, never to be loved?
Yet a stranger is the mysterious teacher
of love,
The bond that makes the stranger and
me one!
Stranger, you're the harbinger of harmony,
Together we'll build a world of love!
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