My mind like a boatman navigates the waters,
Where the rivers of sleep and wakefulness meet,
Catching dreams in the net of realization,
A single hard shell of thought he sees,
And within it the pearl of an idea,
Oh! In the geography of time and thought,
The fertile pliant waters of 3a.m do flow.
Where the rivers of sleep and wakefulness meet,
Catching dreams in the net of realization,
A single hard shell of thought he sees,
And within it the pearl of an idea,
Oh! In the geography of time and thought,
The fertile pliant waters of 3a.m do flow.
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