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Tuesday 7 December 2004.
 
My skin may change color, my hair too
But the soul is the same, surrendered to YOU
 
My language be any but the words are same
For we are in this world a Messenger of Thee
To pass on the realization, anywhere to anybody
 
The time is your slave, how can it be flying for me
I know, I am your creation and my time is in sync with Thee
 
Somethings I know because you know everything
You are the GOD and I am just a human being
You are in every heart that ryhmes with Thee



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