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Whose voice? What did I hear? A distant thought brought me cheer All entreating but only a trash One meant to come, came in a flash Is the bank moving, or is it the boat? Say, what thought is now afloat? What is knowledge, what is its worth? We had aplenty, there was no dearth Your eyes downcast, what’s the matter? A selfish motive, enough to shatter I’m only Yagana, not God’s envoy But why should that ever annoy
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