To the Stealer of Hearts

Throw that ego in the fire I say
Hari Om. I am not mine.
No need to dig up old graves
Leave the past in the cemetery.
So subtle that foolish ego
I will do this, I will do that.
I still fall for it.
Throw that ego in the fire I say
Hari Om. I am yours,
O Light Within.

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