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When the trumpet is gone,
And the night has come.
In the frozen icy night,
Need not go half dressed.
Within the sound of the trumpet
And the Cleary bright sunshine
Pleasant joy exuberant emotion arises.
Forgetting the rising and setting of the sun,
And oblivious of the mood before the trumpet
As they echo descend from the mountain,
It ascends to the mountains.
So is the setting golden sun goes within the horizon
From valley and gorges darkness instigates.
Not since that you opened eye that you will close them,
But your awareness will differentiate.
Flowers blossoms not because seeds were planted,
Is due to unification of causes and conditions so is it’s vanishing.
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