Late One Life
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by Gopijana das
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Late one life as I walked through the shadows of my mind,
I was thinking of the youthful years we had left behind.
Oh so little did I realize what was in store for me,
For when a man is young he's bold and is too blind to see.
Through the silent clouded void I saw a maid so fair,
I recognized myself that young man standing there.
We vowed that our love would grow and live for eternity,
But when we satisfied our lust we cast ourselves carelessly.
As my brother turned around to smile upon my face,
Anger welled inside of me, I envied him his place.
He had worked while I had played and his crops had grown,
With treachery I pulled him down and reaped what he had sown.
Oh so many years have come and gone dear Srila Prabhupada,
I have lived this song, white lies without faces.
Names without eyes to see earth's suffered children,
Why do we make them cry, why do we make them die?
Don't follow me,
Don't follow me,
For I must walk into the sea...
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