Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, part 243

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Alas, when the dawn appears,

Where are my sweet dreams

Of the night?

Where do they disappear, where? ```

From:Sri Chinmoy,Twenty-Seven Thousand Aspiration-Plants, part 243, Agni Press, 1998
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