Brother, you won’t get it; you won’t get it.
You are building castles in the air.Your imagination-flower will not blossom.
Even though I don’t get it,Even though my hopes and dreams are not fulfilled,
How can I offer my heart’s love to anyone else,No matter who calls me?
```From:Sri Chinmoy,Patience-groves, 1978
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