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Myself
Siddharth Kumar
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If I was anyone else but myself,
Wherein I could see every single one else,
Within the music of Beethoven hearted,
A dream of its old tone departed.
Like in the space where all lines cease,
And time shall break my eternal peace,
Light of my youth, through the dusky night,
Enfolds the sight with sparkling light.
Time is money which is in my hand,
No weight on my shoulder in this new land,
Light as a feather that soars to the air,
Half afraid, little sigh, little care.
Slept like a log in this crowded bit,
On a dusky bed, with lamp unlit,
Rainbows of the sheen of those bright eyes,
While its smile shall come to my eye.
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