That night I saw them
In my vision,
They were always screaming
In extreme pain and agony
With their ambitious soul,
Only the great vagabond was smiling all the time
With real ease and delight,
I asked him inquisitively,
'Why are you smiling? '
The eminent vagabond calmly replied,
'I am always happy and contented with my little treasure,
That's why I am smiling.'
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