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My first friendship with the muse
Nothing is sweet, but bitter all.
Of woe the world is made.
Our thoughts, a bed of naked thorns;
In us a sombre shade.
Sri Chinmoy, My first friendship with the muse,
Sri Chinmoy Lighthouse, New York, 1973
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