Can you hear the voice of summit?
Singing amid trees and stars.
Unspoilt land, gives me a permit
To see a barren of the night!

Look! It's on the edge of slope
Reality, but of the coast off
The lake of wishes and the rope
Cutting by a knife my soul.

On the densely populated street
You'd find a clue for flame tree fit,
As the crow flies on the east
Travel the globe in search of peace.

In close proximity to him,
Don't try to look until he see
Your destiny inside a cup of tea.
So will you disagree?

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