The Mystical Life
If death, hadn't visited my closet,
Will I be saying sorry?
If death hadn't visited the warm chambers,
My gifts be locked on!
Such mystic; life holds.
What life holds, such mystic!
If it need be, cross a lane twice
Death, shall give no road to.
The mystic it holds; in friendship to death,
Such great enemy, yet, a constant friend.
The mystical life; beat out grains!
Such splendour, such glamour is.
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