I am the Fakir of the eternal land of divine.
The shadows of the unknown past
Follow me
They tell, my soul is sold.
But, I am too young to be old,
I wander alone seeking the light,
Waiting for the sun to shine.
Waiting for the perfect past,
To resurrect in time.
Among the beasts of delution
I am the master of myself.
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