Who would call in the middle of the night?
Trouble calls, despair calls.
Joy is sleeping like a baby. //// great wrote
Everything rang out
In this heart; Deep in the heart
When I am in esoteric meditation;
And it seems to be the sound of the foreign bell
Alien, as if unknown destiny-fate of self!
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Who would call in the middle of the night? Trouble calls, despair calls. Joy is sleeping like a baby. //// great wrote Everything rang out In this heart; Deep in the heart When I am in esoteric meditation; And it seems to be the sound of the foreign bell Alien, as if unknown destiny-fate of self!