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My Lord Supreme,Since You love me,
Can You not turn
My worthless and useless
Sorrows, anxieties and worries
To dust?
Sri Chinmoy, Seventy-Seven Thousand Service-Trees, part 11, Agni Press, 1999
Since You love me,
Can You not turn
My worthless and useless
Sorrows, anxieties and worries
To dust?
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