1337. Each day dies eventless

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Each day dies eventless.

That is why my greedy mind cries.

Each day dies soulless.

That is why my hungry heart cries. ```

From:Sri Chinmoy,Ten Thousand Flower-Flames, part 14, Agni Press, New York, 1981
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