O battle-weary scoundrel
O hot-headed flippant,
Deception is full of your intentions
When the veneer of justice and revolution falls away...
...
Oh candle, oh melting candle,
I am an ancient shaman.
From the bison-cave-forest's edge,
...
I have come to this digital world by walking from the middle Ages.
My body still smells of mangrove forests and canal mud.
I have come to Dhaka, a huge city in the world full of tradition.
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