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Ola, Keeper of Sheep

'Ho there, herdsman! You there

On the road's verge! What does it say,

The wind, as it blows by?'

'That it is wind, that it blows by

As before it has blown by,

And will again blow by.

But to you, what does it say?'

'Many other things, many more,

To me it has much to say:

Memories, nostalgia,

And things that never were.'

'Never did you hear the wind.

The wind says wind only.

What you heard was a lie,

And in yourself is the lie.'

Sunday Indo Living