O my mind-song,
I have sung you many, many times.I am now bored.
I now want to unlearn you.O my heart-song,
I have not sung you even once.I am now all eagerness.
I am now crying and dying to learn you. ```From:Sri Chinmoy,Ten Thousand Flower-Flames, part 6, Agni Press, 1979
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