Must I see not which is well defined
Lest it will make me invisible
Must I talk not which is so pure
Lest it will get polluted
Must I touch not which is untouched
Lest it will change its place
Must I remember not which is beyond memory
Lest it will vanish away
Must I paint not which is so colourful
Lest it will wash away the canvas
Must I sing not which is unsung
Lest it will stop my breath
O, the lovely there!
Discard me if ever
I stand at thy path!
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