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I am accustomed to sleep and in my dreams to imagine the same things that lunatics imagine when awake.
Should guilty seek asylum here,
Like one pardoned, he becomes free from sin.
Should a sinner make his way to this mansion,
All his past sins are to be washed away.
The sight of this mansion creates sorrowing sighs;
And the sun and the moon shed tears from their eyes.
In this world this edifice has been made;
To display thereby the creator’s glory.
Taj Mahal Dawn (by Adam Scott)
sixohthree:Taj Mahal Dawn (by Adam Scott)
Taj Mahal Dawn; Beautiful!