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It begins as a whispered song,
A melody of regret and longing
I should have fled sooner, not waited long
Seeking refuge in the ancient monastery thronging
And later, moving to the secluded skete
deep within the forest strong
I should have remained there, in hunger
In my frailty, touching the divine
Possessing nothing, growing no younger
Bereft of wealth, empty of mind
I crave the shore and the stars above me
I desire the death of all ideas
The noble thoughts must perish, set me free
And the vile ones too, bring me peace, I plead
All thought must cease, give me release
Time slips away; we must live
I pondered and cared excessively, seeking peace
For too many, I sought to console and forgive
But forgiveness abandoned me without solace
Leaving me riddled with anxieties, ailments
And countless new thoughts, consuming my grace
Breeding my misery, expanding my torments
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